http://slow.writerscafe.org/miked The original writings of author southernguy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776291703 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 1I    John said he would never forget that moment when he first saw her. Sara was mixing herself a drink when John walked into the kitchen. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. When asked what he first noticed about Sara he would reply, “my god, what a face an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/283024/ Story of three young people, Emmy, Bryan, and Tara. All three struggling with their own fears and desires. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/283023/ i wrote this story as a birthday present for a special friend. i think it would be cool if it was illustrated but i cant draw..lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/283014/  She's the... She's the song    that fills my heart    with a melody so sweet.She's the friend    that lends an ear    when i need to speak.She's the dream    that plays in my sleep    so i can get through the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255710/ this is the prologue of a story i wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255161/ Often times we walk through life with no thought of what is really going on around us. We see children playing, lovers holding hands, students with their backpacks, men talking on their cell phones, women pushing a stroller, and many other scenes that seem like everyday occurrences. But what if we c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255160/ Move my eyesto make me seethe beauty round about me. Move my earsso that I may hearthe voice of an angel that is ever near. Move my mindto better understandevery move and touch of your gentle hand Move my heartto love whatI can't see, touch, or understand... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255159/ Written after a walk through my church's graveyard I walked among the saints todayBoth the living and the deadSome young some oldbut all come to this hill to be fed.I saw a mother and father who had losttheir childHusbands and wives who lost one another'ssmilesThere were cri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255157/ I fear loneliness in an overpopulated world,I fear death in a religion of life,I fear rejection in a society of individualism,I fear my life in the face of death,I fear love in the midst of singleness,I fear singleness in a world of relationships,I fear thought in the minds of the ignora.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255156/ Time, an uncertain wing,Of the one thing I want to share.Not that there isnt enough of it,But too much between us as a pair. If I could have just one answerTo the prayers I pray to God aboveI would want to know:That in time, if I will be able to express my love? Or woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255155/ If beauty could ever bear a nameIt would be yours.No woman in my mind is so fair,Your tress is brown with a shade of innocence,While your eyes brown a glow.I have never seen lips so pure,Nor a body so tender to hold.The birds sing songs of peace,But your voice beckons a thousand ange.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255154/ Everywhere in the world todayPeople are searching fora life of love that can't be explained.They search and search,But they never see,Because their eyes arent opento see the right things.they see with their eyes,touch with their hands,hope with their heart,but they still dont und.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255152/ One taught me the hurt of regret.One taught me how to wait.One taught me to let nothing stand in the way.One taught me how to believe in myself.All those ones were just preparing me for the One in you!  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255150/ Too long I was looking for herAnd she was never to be foundBut then I let love findAnd touch inside of meand it was only then that I realizedIm not looking for you,Im looking for the other part of me  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255149/ Single I sit al(one).Birds fly high.Children laug(h a)nd laug(h a)nd play.The sun is (fall)ing be(low) the horizon.Smell of honeysuckles permeate the air.A symphony of crickets begin to perform.I want to speak,But I (a)m the on(l)y (one) who will hear.I listen,But the soun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255147/ Under the Apple Tree             We were all just sittin’ around the potbelly stove drinkin’ our coffee when Carl Paxton walked in that mornin’.  It was somewhat of an every day thing for Junior, Clyde, Willie, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255145/ Epiphany I Torrie sat alone, thinking about all that she had to do that day.  As she sat with her elbows on the table with her left cheek resting on her left hand, Torrie yawned from a lack of sleep the night before.         &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miked/255144/