http://slow.writerscafe.org/FaranoraVelosia The original writings of author A r d n a x e l a en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031166 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 <b><u>Chapter IV</u> 1914 Lyle looked up from the dress he was working on as he heard the bell on the door jingle. His eyes widened as he saw a man walk in to the same description his brother had described: Dark hair pulled back and grey eyes. He wore bright attir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaranoraVelosia/258405/ <b><u>Chapter III</u>1928 She watched as Aedan poured another glass of wine, slowly, although some splashed over the sides at his bad coordination. She watched him calmly with low-set eyes from the other side of the table, although she was really concentrating on the tic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaranoraVelosia/258402/ <b><u>Chapter II</u>1914 Marcus owned a tailor shop, too, although it was near his own home. He was a Master tailor at nineteen years old which he was very proud of. He had left home at seventeen to travel around Massachusetts to learn other ways of tailoring from guilds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaranoraVelosia/258401/  <b><u>Chapter I</u>1914 His face was smudged with dirt as he laid outside in the wide hills of his town’s backyard. The skies were an amazing blue today and it almost seemed as if nothing could change their azure hue. Large white clouds floated by, although.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaranoraVelosia/258400/ This is an old story, it has excellent literature but the storyline I remember I had gotten stuck on. :P Oh well. Read it; it has vampires. xD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaranoraVelosia/258399/ Timaki  waited in their usual meeting spot, spread out on the bed. His long legs took up most of it. He heard distant approaching footsteps, and soon enough, Naniko opened the door. Timaki  immediately stood up, glaring at Naniko.“You’re late. Shut the door.&rdquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaranoraVelosia/258394/  Death XIIIThe Veil or mask of life is perpetuated in change, transformation and passage from lower to higher, and this is more fitly represented in the rectified Tarot by one of the apocalyptic visions than by one of notion of the reaping skeleton. Zero days. Twelve hours. Zero minutes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaranoraVelosia/258388/