http://slow.writerscafe.org/toddkelley The original writings of author Todd Kelley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050710 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sydney meets Bill. Uh oh! New character alert!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/355249/ Anne and Andrew visit the Victoria Secrets store. it's not what you think... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/355248/ Dr. Creed and the orderly Tim try to escape an infested hospital. But one of them won't make it out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/355247/ A nun, a Government Agent and a street thug walk into a church... you know the rest... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/355246/ Two siblings... alone in a shopping mall... what as cliche, huh? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/355244/ An ex-soldier and an ex-con fight their way through the streets of San Francisco. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/355243/ It's the end of the world as we know it. The so-called "Righteous" have been taken and the rest of us are left to face the living dead now populating the Earth. Small pockets of survivors try to make their way out of San Francisco. But little do they know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/355242/ I wrote this in early 2002. It's a true story (well, as true as I can remember it. I'm sure there's some mental degradation going on. But the premise is solid. I currently live in San Francisco, so the whole homosexual subject is pretty much a 'non-issue; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/265989/ A little story i wrote back in college about an abused boy and his vivid imagination http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/244265/ A true story. Dedicated to Tabatha Hewer. One of the most incredible women i've ever known. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/244263/ A young boy contemplates suicide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/244261/ He could feel the Minister staring at him. So, he fought to keep his head down; his eyes buried on the Bible resting in his lap. He had to squeeze every second he could into that moment. Because he knew, the second he looked up, it would be his turn. And he would have to stand up. He would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/244258/ It's the end of the world. Nolan and Fancy have barely made it out of the city and now seek refuge in a small cabin in the mountains. Unfortunately, they run into an old friend who seems to be more than just a Priest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/244257/ This is a scene from a script I wrote back in College. The screenplay as a whole sucked, but i liked this scene http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/244244/ Things I hate... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/243488/ The pain is still there.Has it always been there? I can't remember a time without it. Like roaches, gnawing away at my stomach... or are they in my stomach?This is where I exist.I want to shed what I am. I want to run away naked, stripped of all existence.Alone… but not free... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/243487/ Rage is the absence of self controlof morality and common sense.Of feelings and caring.No family, friends,No people, places or things.It is the abandonment of social obligation.A moment where humanity is stripped from the human form.It is the pure ecstasy of unaccountability.Any and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/243474/  I use to be a nobody.I use to think it was wonderful.Existence in the essence of invisibility.Standing there, but not therein the eyes of those around me, nowhere.Just another mediocre man to the masses.Oh the sweet, sweet transparencyThat use to wash over me.But then came 'her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/243462/ Depression breeds,to where suicide leads.My heart's crusted over withscabs of pain and sorrow,Emotion, leaving my soul feeling hallow.When the bullet finally claims me, ends me, cures me,Will you follow me?Or will you mourn me, and bury me?and then move on past me?Sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/243461/ Thoughts spread out through my mindlike an endless sea of particles;Forcing their way out of my throatlike a funnel.I can't express what I feel.I feel too much.I have no explanations for my feelings.They are scrambled and unreadableLike greek to me.I feel my mind has been shattered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/243459/ I've been instructed to deal with my anxiety by 'free writing'. I use to do it in the past, but kinda lost my way in it. Basically when i have that feeling, I need to just start writing... no matter where it takes me. The content usually doesn't fit the s http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/243456/ A poem I wrote for my wife on our 1st wedding Anniversary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toddkelley/243453/