http://slow.writerscafe.org/travis_knight The original writings of author T.W. Knight en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024816 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 11It Ends TonightThe night was starting to get longer. The sun set at 6:48pm. It also got colder; 74 degrees Fahrenheit. I was already dusting off my jackets for the preparation of fall.It was already past 7 p.m. when I finished all my homework. It went by so fast. Clyde stormed in, hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/travis_knight/1226513/ Chapter 10Let the Battle Begin"Satteo! Get up," Nathan said in a hurry. It was barely four a.m. and the moon was still showing through his window. I took a big stretch and a huff.Nathan was awake and bouncing off the walls. He swooped me up with his right arm and reached for something with his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/travis_knight/1203883/ Past the veil of fearYou take one stepWhere it hits your feetIt moves up dragging you downThe weight is on your shouldersAnd you breatheYou just stand thereAnd just breatheIt feels greatYour shirts comes offThen your pantsFinally those boxersThe feeling washes awayWhen you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/travis_knight/1192161/ VerseI can't write with a mind like mine.I can't paint you a picture.The demons come for meAnd my hope is fadingThe lighter in my handIs burning the world to my end.But hey there little manYou are not alone, manChorusWe all stopWe all thinkWe all burnThen we all breathVerseMy pen stays stillThe pape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/travis_knight/1096595/ Chapter 9WhiplashAnother day, another nickel. Except this morning I got mail. It's a rare moment, but also heartwarming. One of my brothers from my foster home was coming over to visit the coach of our football team and wanted to have lunch. The letter seemed a bit formal for just lunch, but I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/travis_knight/1096302/ Chapter 8Too MuchI must've been really tired. A campus officer woke me up at 8:30 this morning. Curfew 12 has initiated. I had to step out of the dorm and head for the showers. The reason I don't take showers is because of the publicity.Why almost everyone takes showers at 9a.m. is beyond me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/travis_knight/1089116/ Chapter 7PaybackIt was 5:30a.m. when I finished my shower. Nathan and I rushed to my room before the others started to wake up. We were both still bleeding from cutting ourselves.  I grabbed the first-aid kit in the close and started to disinfect my cuts. 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