http://slow.writerscafe.org/survivorist The original writings of author Tom en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017907 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How do memories bring us to the present? An older lady discovers in the rich beauty of La Fiesta Major in a small Spanish village. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/2864298/ The Accident is only hours from now. Soon, in a rush of violence my life will cleave from one route, shunted into another. I am, as one would imagine, unaware of this as I sit on a crumbling patio in the mid-morning sun, palliating the indulgence of last night with cold beer. My medicine, alcohol, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1307707/ We meet Darstan a b*****d living in Toromont and his friend Paulus the Lord of Horns son and heir a couple of days before the yearly branding ceremony. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1182404/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1182400/ Took this photo and then wrote this when I got back from walking the dog. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1088415/ PrologueHe was born on a Tuesday byemergency caesarian and by all accounts was lucky to have survived.  Later when he struggled with his purpose andhis right to the imagined prosperity he dreamed of he would recall the story ofhis entry into the world with a realization that he was an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1046012/ This is about the realization of the cynical voice that fills us in age and the struggle to grasp on to the memories of a carefree youth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1037289/ Bludgeoned darkness of this soul,Face impartial I remain, to show,No feelings for a woman lost in mind,That break this staple wood,My strength,Sapped of courage,Grimace of tainted pleasures,Blood upon dusky sky,To which we would have watched,Hearing the silence of my cries,Pierce me,Rip me,Kill me,G.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1031568/ The richest eyes, that I did see,Were not of gold in light of day,But burnt of embers in breath of night,Plucked from heavens autumn leaves,I drown from distance, torn apart,Drive my weakened, lucid heart,A fleeting moment, trapped in time, As eyes of bronze capture mine,No time to count, or re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1031567/ Seconds move as hours,Hours as days,Continuous beeps pierce the re-circulated air,A background drone of autopilot lives.Eyes stare vacant.Monotony stales.A thousand souls, ignorant, walk by,Sapping her being, a piece at a time.She dreamed.She hoped.But to no avail,Uniform uniforms of society's faile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1031566/ Eyes meet for but a moment, entranced,Time's relentless pursuit lost in their gaze,Vulnerable to eternity's dance,Innocence fades. Natures primitive game,Tentative fingers of two souls entwine,Gentle, subtle caresses grace emotions,A warm summer breeze felt without a sign,Fanning the flames of the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1031564/ I have never been a man who wanted to work hard at much else butdreaming.  It has always come easy, the imaginativelife.  I ponder my role as a grandfinancier, a powerful leader, an intellect or a respected author with equalclarity, but I have never wished to work for these things,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1031537/ Journey of self discovery of a slightly deluded, lazy individual that ends up working in a boiler room in Madrid http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/survivorist/1031536/