http://slow.writerscafe.org/SimonBread The original writings of author Kevin Colaprete en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027276 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A man with no idea whom he is or where he is awakens in a small room and begins to search for clues to both questions. Identity and Location. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SimonBread/1394290/ This was inspired by the roleplaying game titled World of Darkness, so obviously I do not claim any copyright to the actual name. Just being cautious, heheh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SimonBread/229033/  If I were to rip off my mask, my facade, the disguise that I don,  Would I like what I see when I gaze in a mirror at my true nature? Would my will be so weak that I would cringe, or am I strong enough that I would be able to behold the ugliness of its wrong? &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SimonBread/210204/  It glides across the sullen sky, alone, unknowing of its destination, simply flying and it weeps accordingly, for it has sown its reckoning and damnation on its own.  Nothing and nobody shall ever be able to comprehend its lonely cry,  the ways .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SimonBread/210202/ I am insane living in this horrid place,Seeing only the worst in people,Running to finish a never-ending race,In which I cling to a decaying steeple. Finding what is right and wrong,Deciding who is weak or strong.  I loathe being such a judge in here,In this very place we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SimonBread/208941/  I sit here waiting, silent and stoic, awaiting Death's sweet embrace.  I yearn for, I live for,  in the end, I die for. I await his grasp, covered in a hoary frost, which I desire greatly, as haggard as I am with the agonizing pain I suffer from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SimonBread/206463/ He came in the dark of nightto steal away my valued sight. He came with silent eyes searing, to rob me of my precious hearing. He came from the dead apple tree in haste,to run off with with my dearly treasured taste. He came to me while I slept in comfort such,to d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SimonBread/206460/  I reside in the azure-tinged sky, ascending so silently, way up high, I sit there daily, gloating with pride,  glaring at brother, who likes to hide.  My face is brightly lit whenever I dare show and my grin is to the naked eye a dastardly foe. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SimonBread/206457/ In a late November night, snow cascading pleasantly on New York City, a man walked alone through the slippery streets and dank alleys. His name was Howard Phillips. A man still in the prime of vigorous youth, Howard had arrived in New York City a scant two days ago by plane from his home in Wiscon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SimonBread/206453/ Have you ever felt the sting of loneliness,The sense of being bitter and sorrowful,And all you can truly feel is pain? Have you ever gone about your life like an automaton,Imagining everything to be trivial and pointless,Where hobbies are no more than pathetic diversionsIntended o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SimonBread/206451/