http://slow.writerscafe.org/Fharris95 The original writings of author Francine Harris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027511 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 NewBeginnings”Themewling cries of newborns assault his ears.Gaspingin revelation, he rises from his chair.Ashe sobs, his dark brown eyes glisten with unshed tears.Hehad been waiting, tapping his Nike’s on the off-white linoleum floor in fear. Heoccasio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fharris95/1124216/ My ramblings on things people may mistakenly interpret as love...(lust,etc.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fharris95/1124211/ The random musings of an overactive imagination:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fharris95/1123874/ Perhaps I was always meant to be a voyeur. Call it whatever you want or please."eww creepy"aww, how sad""hmm how intriquing"You say, like a Great philosohical genius, a GodWith an air of superiority and amusement at the trials we weak humans face.  I'd say that you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fharris95/1045636/ Exhaustion seeps inas my tears delvein the wet crevices of my wounds They overflow into my veins.that deep?- you exclaim!i contemplate an adequate response. Perhaps.similar to blood, water may be just as thick.I am drained, a small lump forms in my throat.Shallowed breaths skim past our sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fharris95/1037357/