http://slow.writerscafe.org/OpheliaOlake The original writings of author Sara Muschweck en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041341 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Born Josiah Chancellor Thompson. October 13, 1864.  His mother Abigail Thompson kept the families pottery business running while his father, Cassius C. Thompson was away with the Liverpoo Tigers, Co A of the 115th Ohio Union Army .  Cassius Spent the majority of his time in the Army guardi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/1778923/ What happens to the energies of those that were stripped of life brutality? What happens when one of these energies reaches across the darkness and asks for justice? Would you answer that call? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/1778920/ DeepVoicePenetratingSoulSoothingMindTightlyWrappingStoriesLovePoetrySongCascadingHeartLightSmilesTearsListeningRememberingDeepVoice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/1252515/ Written for Pam http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/806136/ Just because I give freely does not mean I give to all. Just because I'm dancing to music does not mean I'm dancing without you. Just because I'm smiling does not mean I'm smiling for another. Just because these tears have fallen does not mean I'm crying for you. I give because it's in my heart, I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/672307/ I have made so many mistakes over the years that my life seems always to be in shambles.  Since nineteen I was a single mother, having one child after another with the wrong men.  Always looking for the knight in shining armor that I had read about as a little girl.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/459427/ This one is for Bella, Thanks Nicole for getting the spark going again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/393821/ Little snapshots of the kids. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/277938/ Another in the life of my children. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/256742/ My words are red, Jeffery's words are black. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/243023/ Working with another writer on this one. I am trying new things. My words will be red, his black. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/243018/ Virginia watched with anticipation the progress that was being made with the lot on the hill. Each day something new would be finished, and shortly she would be able to hold a ribbon cutting for the playground. Soon after she obtained the permits to build on the lot she received notice from the Ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/229040/ The visit the evening before with William had done her some good. She awoke in a brighter mood. Glancing at the clock she realized that today was the day of the lot auction across the street from her. The owners of the house that had burnt down had decided to just auction the lot off, and she had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/228479/ Some wonderful afternoons provided by my lovely children. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/228167/ There is a covered bridge on a back road near my house in the Ohio River Valley. While looking for mushrooms in the spring I came across this place. Beside the bridge is a small tulip garden. This is how I imagined that the tulips were planted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/218488/    The war was finally over for Adam. He had been released from the Confederate hospital that very morning. Thoughts of May had saved his life. He was going home to ask for her hand. He should have done that before he left for the Army. Fear of rejection had stood in his way. No.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/207406/    May’s family were concerned for her health. She was slowly wasting away before their eyes. May’s father tried everything he could to make her smile. Buying her expensive gowns from Paris only brought the flood of tears again. Her mother tried soothing her daughter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/207330/ This is a NEW writing... playing around with ideas. This comes from a covered bridge in the Ohio River Valley. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/207212/  She looked up at the grey house sitting on the hill. Families had moved in and out the entire summer, each with their own shredded furniture, battered belongings, and mistreated children. The house was a magnet for the unfortunate. Providing shelter until the money ran out and the rent c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201299/ After having a warm cup of vanilla coffee she looked around the living room where Tom’s still form was in the chair. The blood had started drying and she knew that if she took any more time it would be even more time consuming that she wanted. She washed her coffee cup, and the pot she had m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201249/ She heard the couple fighting before she rounded the corner of her block. They were a young couple barely out of high school and already married. They had moved in to the neighborhood not long after the fire on the hill. Another broken house with tattered lives. Yet this couple stayed longer than .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201230/ Fixing thing’s for Alice was something she had to do. Scenarios were running through her head. It was not going to be easy. The first time she had taken someone’s life it had come as a surprise to her. Not as much as it was a surprise to her first husband.They had been married for ei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201223/  She had only been home a short while having just enough time to take a quick shower when William had come into the back door. “Mom, what are you still doing up this late?” William was a sweet man, her only son. He was the only good that had come from the marriage she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201219/ Killing Tom had been more difficult than she had thought it would be. She had been thinking of ways to make his death seem accidental. But nothing was sitting well with her. Why should she end his life painless for him? Poisoning him would stop the drunken anger directed at Alice, but would he kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201194/ Rant:So I am watching the “Today” show this morning, drinking my coffee and chatting on my laptop with friends from the Café. I am looking at a relaxing morning, the kids were at school, and my biggest plan for the day was to make more than one pot of coffee. Most of the time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201152/ Christmas is always a tight holiday for us. With the rising cost of everything, it is hard to find the extra to spend on gifts for the three kids. After years of the same struggle they loose their faith in magic and the myth of Santa Clause too soon. Our youngest daughter held on to that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201136/ He lay there thinking of his life, all the wrong turns he had made, and the mess he now found himself in. Thoughts traveled to his three boys, and the ex-wife that he had so easily thrown away years ago. The strained relationship between himself and his Father, or rather the man he had grown to kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201128/   The “Bleets” of the shiny golden trumpet making the puppy hide and the dog “bark” uncontrollably. Any other day I would be hollering at Caroline for making too much noise, today I welcomed the sounds coming from her room. These are the sounds of progress.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201112/   Bambo had been getting ready for hunting season for the last year. His friends had helped him scout the best spots for their prey. Peter had found a stash of shells in someone’s barn and brought them to the hollow to divide up between the hunters. He could see the tree stan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201108/ This was written by my son for a school assignment and I wanted to share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201097/ In all fairness to my other two children I think is it prudent that I now tell a story about Caroline.Where to start, Caroline has so many cute stories. I will stick to the one that the kids voted for.Caroline was a “binki” baby. She could not survive without her pacifiers. Bed time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201083/ Stories we remember of our children as they get older. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201073/ For a Friend.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201063/ A story about my son. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201059/ For years I had played with my hair: green in the 80’s, black in the 90’s, the rat tail on the side, the shaved back, short, longer, spiked, parted. In 2000 I was married, and let my hair grow back to the original color, as well as letting it grow longer. I finally had my hair long eno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201046/ The effect you have on my mindI can’t stop thinking about youWanting your caressDreaming of your kissesSeeing your hands holding me tightFeeling the heat of your body on mineYou walk into a room and all around you fadesYour voice is warm and invitingI want your whispers in my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201043/ Christmas story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201031/ Your warm hands on my skinKnowing the heat of you body Enjoying your breath on my neckHeartbeat in your lips against mineTime standing stillWaiting for the thread of safety to weave itself around in its golden cocoonOur bodies melting together in the world of dreamsThis is what I hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201016/ I have been kicking this around for years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201011/ This story came from a conversation with Nicole. Since my life is Murphy's Law, I decided to write a what if..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/201006/ This happened a few months ago. He is slowly re-building the trust he lost, and has changed friends. I am proud of him for making changes on his own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/200992/ How do you fix a broken relationship with your father? I can remember as a little girl sitting on the ground and watching him work his magic on any car he was working with. The wonderful camping trips we took as a family. The school bus he converted into a camper, complete with kitchen, running wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/200984/ I was having a conversation with a friend about loss, and had to tell her about my grandmother's table. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/200981/ Crossing the street, I stopped at the corner to watch for oncoming traffic. Safe once again to walk, I stepped from the curb. I knew I was falling as soon as my foot twisted underneath me. “Snap”. Oh, the pain. My foot went sideways bearing the weight of my body on my ankle th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/200975/ I have lived in a fog for years.Depression weighing my every decision.Running from any problem.Taking the cloud with me. Despair.Heartache.Unworthiness. My world closing in at every turn.No understanding from friends.Family turning their backs.The crushing lonelin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/200969/ A long ago Vacation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/200961/ Shaved head, brown hair standing in confusion Blue eyes flecked with green and gold Blonde mustache trimmed unevenly Bushy sun bleached eyebrows Scraggly hair growing out of the ears, and nose Average height when wearing tattered cowboy boots Pot belly enhanced by a ragged tight t-shirt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/200949/ Just proves you can never Bake like Grandma! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/200945/ When little things make us laugh! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/200938/ The time had come to shake the cobwebs from her thoughts and move forward. A plan of action was to be made. First she had to function again in the world of the living. Starting a new life and admitting to herself the destruction of her old life. A job, a purpose to get out into the world. Her childr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OpheliaOlake/200936/