http://slow.writerscafe.org/katiewings The original writings of author k. brown en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042298 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lone violin;a vagabond plays capricciofor some bread00hard times;the neighbor callscan't affordtwo hours to chat aboutnothing00$187 in bills;The lawngoes unwatered http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/329953/ Lace in the fog;four moths sneaking outto the night ball00Japanese Maple;my cold toes findreliefin the sun-drenched duff00Breaking zen; Officials with Hindi accentsAsks if I’m for Obama http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/329951/ It was bitter cold. The tree shivered, its leaves rustling, whispering in the gloom. It was a very lonely time of year; Liadian did not like winter. She looked back on her memories from her long lifespan; her life as a seedling in the hard, clay dirt, and the forest she had come from. There wher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/329950/ Jillian sat under the red leaves of the huge maple that sat in the middle of the field. It was a very peculiar field, because all it contained was a crab grass, a multitude of gnats, and the tree. It was also very peculiar in the way that the tree would often speak to Jillian.What are you eating.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/329948/ Very, very choppy. Not sure if I like it or not. Was written for a timed writing prompt, so I don't really have a desire to change it, as experimental as it is. About 37 minutes of writing, two hours editing. I know it's pretty odd still. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/326953/ Ratchet reported what had happened to Optimus, who was eager to meet the two make-shift medics. “That’s real guts,” he said. “It’s a good thing those rookies were here for you, Ratchet.”“Oh, well, Prime…One of them isn’t a rookie at all. Mat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/326814/ The med bay was completely trashed. There were bubbles everywhere; sticking to the floor, to the beds, to the ceiling…everywhere. When Bertha and Sprocket entered, they had to catch each other from slipping on the stuff.“Are you sure this is a good way of cleaning the medical equi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/326812/ Ratchet’s IllnessDeep inside, Bertha’s spark was hurting something bad. She was told to report into the Main Earth Autobot Base, which meant she was seeing the “big guy”. Sprocket had told Bertha that Optimus Prime wasn’t as scary as she thought; but he was a hero, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/326811/ Another Transformer's Fanfiction staring Sprocket and Big Bertha. I love those two. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/326809/ For my mother; rest in peace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/326792/ Re-submitting; had to take down due to a glitch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/326789/ I recall the snow storm of 1994, when we got over 5 feet of snow over night! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/326785/ A smile for a stroke patient : ) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/317664/ Good-bye, Summer! You have to leave so soon? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/303587/ Finding my way back to him <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/303586/ interlude  a game of marblesinterrupted;a sudden flock of pigeons   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/303584/ Good-bye, Mom..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/303580/ Part II of the Bad Man Black story, which started in my short story entitled "Convergence", which is in my main gallery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/299757/ [God] made the outcasts; don't cast them out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/297215/ Just a short about Samuel and Bad Man Black, a skinwalker, a crow, and the leader of a large Murder/Crow Mafia. I've been wanting to write about him for a while now....maybe I'll write more about him as I get to know him a bit better as an author. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/297099/ Little Blessing  Japanese Maple;I cannot remember the last timeI saw an angel dressed in red  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288752/  Lullabye the fell tree Mother’s lullaby, nowonly inside my heart  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288749/ The Old Folks' Home Wonderland;The abandoned wasp’s nestA labyrinth of scales and pride.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288748/ Vigilantes Blackthe slighted cough of a million souls;blighted crows chasing a hawk **Ominous Crooked grin-a perched crowdripping shadows **Bad Blood Bad Man Black and his crow mafiaa place I once felt safe in,suddenl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288745/ Get well soon, J-! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288742/ stopping at 8 AIDS:a picture of a small boy who did nothing wrong  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288740/ Patriotism     katiedid whispersafter glow of a noon sparkler   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288739/ ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288737/ I love my Emilybird! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288735/ the ‘hey sweetie’ song stealing kisses from you,the flirting chickadees whispering febe, febeye  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288731/ Coming Home late-night conversations—kissingin-between dreams  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288722/ on hummingbirds flying jousterssuddenly laying down their swordsto raise young  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288720/ green jade babiessprouting from deep roots, African Violet  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/288707/             Lisa didn’t want to give her son a hard time, but there was always that, “what if something happened, Juan?” or, “What if you didn’t get your meds on time, Juan?” and the classic, “How would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281080/ chapter 5 Soft music flitted down the hallways of the rehab where Juan was sleeping uneasily. He was so thirsty—a thirst not quenched by IVs; a thirst that he wanted to taste in his mouth. He smacked his lips and pulled the sheet down from around his neck. It sure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281076/ chapter 4             Jake was in Bertha’s driver’s seat, although he wasn’t driving. Juan and Katie’s family found it a bit rude to drive something that had a soul—or in this case, a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281073/ chapter 3  “Bertha,” Katie whispered as she got out of the passenger’s seat that may have been one of Sprocket’s legs (or other body part.) Bertha was inside the garage in a restoration cell, sleeping soundly. “Bertha…” Katie h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281071/ chapter 2             Katie had talked Sprocket to going into his alt-mode and they had drove to the lookout over the ocean. It was just a few minutes up the road, and she felt at peace here. &ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281067/ chapter I                        The unconventional summer rain beat down on Katie’s window like little fists that tried to pound their way inside. It rarely r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281064/ chapter 2              One night Silvershot had had enough. She caused an uprising, to give herself time. Then she led her soldiers to a safe spot. When she deemed them safe, she burned down the camp. Only a few surv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281062/ chapter I                        The Golden Age was coming to a rapid close. We knew Megatron was a risky fellow, but we didn’t think he’d be such a large threat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281061/ Chapter 3           The day had progressed and dusk was falling. The sky was a thick orange and a few patrolling jets flew by, leaving streaks behind them in the sky. Katie shivered, not with cold, but with fear; she knew Mega.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281060/ chapter 2              The trees were still, but their leaves still rustled slightly as Sprocket sat, his feet resting in the tadpole swamp. The water lilies brushed up against his ankle-joints and what few frogs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281058/ Chapter I  It was nearly dawn, and Sprocket could tell this by the dew collecting on his hood, and then slowly dripping down his window shield. The neighborhood he currently lived in wasn’t too used to having what few transforming robots on the block as they did; they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281057/ my first fan-fiction! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/281056/  Of Swans and Crows They said they’d love forever-I’d give anything to become Odette in the morning,Pure and white; but Odile at night,Where I would whisper, godless,‘let me take  you,let me take you’—and I would. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/278069/ Get well soon, beloved You. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/278068/ Come away with me! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/278067/ Beethoven wasn't the only one with an Immortal Beloved. Get well soon, my love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/277058/ Final in the Sunset Series, written in and inspired by Yachats, Oregon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katiewings/277056/