http://slow.writerscafe.org/mary The original writings of author imm's place en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024849 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He got a tent for his bedA cars tent that covers his bedIt fits so snug and looks coolBut he is definitely no foolDad this is greatNow I won't see the monstersOh, My heart does acheFor the night terrors he seesI wonder are they greenAre they big and meanOh will they make him screamWill he always rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/653574/ Some of the first memories in the house in town are all jumbled. I am often unsure which ones come first.I often think my life began when I woke up from a scary dream about green monsters.  I think they were the fear of the first days of school.  I am sure many many children hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/329415/ Jack,Today I wonder how we soon forget things that meant a lot in our past.I am sure we wasted so manyfun times together. Boy it was hard to say farewell. The end of  the summer came and it was back to school time.   Do you remember the times we settled on the bluff on&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/301998/ part of a series, meant to be silly and different. just a flow of ideas put to words. typos may appear for now.done in curiosity and design part fiction and reality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/300479/ This is a series in the making. a figmant of imagination and reality. written with curiousity and humour at lifes turns and mysteries.just for the fun of it and curiosity .warning, may be adult and typos to start with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/300471/ She lies in the shade of the treeHalf asleep thinking of having to moveHeart breaking ,tears fallingHer best friend has moved away Imagine,she thinks, can an ant cryTurning on her side she watches ants run wildlyHer tears fall gently like rainThe ants used leaves for an umbrella.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/286373/ It was a wet and cool grey dayWe were looking and lookingAlong the driveway,One of us checking either side Then we looked in the shedIt wasn't in there either.Mom said if we looked carefull we would find it.So we checked these areas again and again Awe, where can i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/285500/ Awakening to the idea that I should have caled the police on him. yet knowing in my mind that as crazy as he is he would have just come back and killed us. so we live because i did nothing.I shudder as the tears overflow and darkness consumes me as sleep comes again.then i feel the struggle as i tri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/285493/ May be offensive or disturbing depending on how the words flow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/283606/ It is odd who we rememberFrom my childhood I rememberPeople as characters rather thanWho they are or names We had cousins,aunts and uncles galoreI remember the family from Alberta Mainly cause I was intrigued by themMy aunt and her second husband On an impressionab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/264080/ It whispers like the windIn the dark of night the chill flowsMy hair rustles as it passes by I shy away from the scentsShivering as it ruffles my clothesStruggling to ignore the voices They rasp and grate on my nervesEvery word and sound is heard in stereoHow is it I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/262215/ The mists  are in and it's greyAn early morning rise and walkRain appears to flood the roadsThe hail  jumps of the stream of water The short little being steps outA grin making the face grimHopping dry spot to dry spotTrembling as hail hits skin Honking and si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/262209/ It's in the shadowsThe shadows of my mindEvil lurks and stalks my soulIt began many years ago In my childhood evil encroachedFrom verbal to physiscal and mentalThe sexual abuse hidden in the backgroundI knew them all so well Trying always to hideIn the shadows of my m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/262206/ Moving in  to the house i do not remember, or how long we lived there.Over the years I have tried to remember which memory comes first but I cannot.I remember riding in a car with my grandparents in the front talking about the house with my parents.Something that sticks because it was a first t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/257844/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/257837/   The heather is thick and in full bloomIt rustles like the wind in the shrubsTwo beady little dark green eyesAppear in the blossoms,darting to and fro Then as the rain begins againThe little being runs outDodging between all the legs and feetColours blurring while.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/257363/ Miss Molly I am sure she may beYet miss Molly isn't sickWell she may very well be illI am unsure, I do not really know her Two months ago we first saw herSitting there all alone and forelornThe makeup and tears streaming downThe sign on the ground in front of her I&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/256037/ The shrubs rustled and birds chirpedThe snores rustled the leaves above.Two green eyes opened to the sunlightA yawm sounding like the breeze escaping Standing under the edge of the brushHe glances out,listening too.There on the edge of the clearingClose to the huge bin was food.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/255531/  The day is grey and coolI begin the walk  at dawnThe drizzle  makes me think Fool Shivering I stifle a yawnThe grey of the city streetsLightening in the dawn Smiling at those I meetI spy the new blossoms colourAs the buds explode it's treat Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mary/255322/