http://slow.writerscafe.org/Viktorsha The original writings of author Viktorsha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007313 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 journal entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/691852/ literally out of my journal. G train Brooklyn thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/674421/ 12/8/2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/645863/ We all come from the water.. I remember you’d whisper it to me every winter. You’d say only a few of us would return back to it. And I did. I am here today, watching the waves, and as i do, the blood inside my  cheeks tastes luke warm. It’s cold out, and the trees are almost b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/637964/ It’s Monday and I’m painted yellow. Friday and your brush still kisses the canvas with the golden flakes of june. And autumn is harvesting our tongues, but we’re still laughing in the heat of may. That orange heat that shook me weary under the feathers of y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/590691/ I visited Triton today but he just turned away and melted into sea foam. Coney Island, too died and won’t return until you do. And you, with your soapy eyes and boyish mannerisms keep a ritual of rearranging yourself in an alphabetical order to last you the twenty-six days of the month. And yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/590686/  Waking up to a rainy morning is one of the most dreadful things to manage,I'm wrapped up in  spiral under a big white blanket looking like a cocoon. The walls in the bedroom would usually look grey from the gloominess of the outside, but the cotton scarlet curtains filter the light that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/450519/ Unfinished song , still needs a lot of work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/437817/ This is actually a poem made into a song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/437815/  The plane is still descending but I can already hear her whimpering.It's dull and distant but outside of the illuminator the forests are crying out  for  liberty.O Moscow! You and your grieved skies fill up with venomous haze from the old factoriesWhere children, mothers, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/368050/ One step.--------Two steps. I begin to walk faster.Three steps, the ground is cold.Four steps. My feet are blue.Five steps. I run.Wind in my face. I run.I run and never turn around.I wipe off any  soiled scourings around my mouth.I stop.One step.Two steps. I reach into my po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/335464/   When Mila opened her eyes, heavy soundwaves were gracefully  floating from one side of her brain to another. Looking around, she noticed she was no longer sitting at the bar. Instead Mila was laying down in a bedroom under messy pile of  wool blankets camouflaged with  a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/332908/  Last autumn Mila met too many obscured men whose ambition was drowned in the veneration of auburn haired women. Their salty tongues, dreary arms, monotone voices paralyzed every sense of humanity in a woman. This nubilous winter Mila is planning to change. She will be reborn as one of the hung.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/328702/ 7 a.m. My bony fingers are soaked in the greasy residue of my face. I still haven't opened my eyes but the blotchy scarlet emulsions are already glutting each drunken segment of last evening. There's nothing worse then waking up hungover and delusional in someone else's bed. I roll over to check if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/322901/ insomnia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/322669/ (unfinished.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/319936/ An epic fight you want to read about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/305283/ A small part from my story. More to come. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/287154/  Forgive my lips , they taste of weakness.These cold black  skies illuminate the numbness of the promisesForgotten through the code of lies .Winter smoke evaporates my courageAnd brings me to a forever muteness of reasoning your bruises. I will erase the gloominess of future.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/281075/  You are the only one tokiss my foreheadbite my lipsee me nakedsqueeze my hand when I'm afraid.You are the only one toWhisper into my ear and say everything is okInspire me .Keep me warm on your chest at night and Tell me I look pretty in the morning.You're the only one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/280314/ an essay on Descartes and Ryle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/258807/ An essay that illustrates theories on morality in our actions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/249736/ I never actually got to finish this one, but it's still pretty decent. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Viktorsha/229312/