http://slow.writerscafe.org/darkwaters The original writings of author Darkwaters en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775994086 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Who cares http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/893169/ When Nahoni discovers something about herself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/555940/ Introduction �" Nahoni introduced herselfIn my more candid moments, when I am alone and unencumbered by life's many insults to the senses, I see myself in total clarity. It is when I am surrounded by the overwhelming world that I feel my clarity drift to the back of my consciou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/545500/ Chapter 1 - The TravelerMy name is Nahoni, pronounced Na-hone-nee. When I asked my earth mother what it meant she said she didn't know. Its meaning is as unknown to me as I am. Mother said that the name was given to her and that she must name me as I was meant to be named. She said.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/545498/ Chapter 2 �" The Dreamer and the ShadowsBedtime loomed as the sun began to drift below the horizon and I began my strategic plan for delaying the inevitable. I dreaded this nightly ritual of getting ready for bed. My tactics were typical of most seven year old, I dawdled. M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/545496/ Nahoni's story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/545487/ Just a little venom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/236611/ It's an essay but one that has no meaning but to me and anyone else who happens to agree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/230551/ It's in the title http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/227182/ You are poison winding through my vainsyou are the disease, the cancer, making a mealout of me. I wish I could forget the sick twist of your soulbut every night as I close my eyes I feel your cold eyesstaring at me It has been more time than not that you have been in my tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/222537/  It is on days like these when she is lost inside the balled memories like tangled yarnIt was her shattering that I still hear in the faint sounds of two years words are what killed herAll I could think to do was sweep her off the floor the clinking shards still echo s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/148783/  If I had fallen upon my kneesprostrating myself before the alter of his ego I would ache in my soulInside and out of this shellI drip with seething angera rage so deep I am rootedThe unsettling truth has dried and crackedkept me from sleep, twisting in painto understand t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/135085/  I have a box in which I put away my Exceptionals. Some things are pretty, dainty fripperies others are broken trinkets of reflections. When I am heavy with brooding and sallow around the membrane I pull out my box of treasures. It has grown cumbersome with time and a hefty bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/133557/  Regret  I am angry this good night for my foolishness of fancy flight Ghoulish pleasure in my dread as I am to be fed upon the stories of woe no soul should ever know I've run with pack of the sad I do grow tired of being mad hoping for some small gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/132640/  We were, then, free lanced spirits untouched and remote in our callous youth Tomorrow, we awake to see the sun rise and fall upon a wasteland of broken dreams The passing of time a reminder of shallow freedoms before wading into the depths of mirky waters There is nothing s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/132165/ Just a total non-PC essay for freaking fun...not meant to upset the balance of the genders. Also, i wrote it at a particularly bad point in my relationship with my husband...I was a little bitter. Remember that when you read it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkwaters/123476/