http://slow.writerscafe.org/blitz The original writings of author Captain Goldpants en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004799 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A day out� written with Melody P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/367044/ In a bedon a ropeon the end of an electrical cord asleep at the wheelstanding on a stationcrossing a roadan ex smoker with lung cancer the end of the road might beanywhere http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/305485/ An ode to bad coffee and why it is no longer romantic to await a lover in a train station http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/297737/ A short stories about a date. I'm writing a magazine column (on dating and sex) - hence the short format. This is the first one. Thought I'd give you lot a preview for some feedback! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/289419/ old, old... it's a story of musical transcendental something, I suppose... gonna rework it - love some insight from you lot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/249779/ Weary eyed,I make my cocoa and head for bed,I remember the cat’s not fed.I glance down at the bowl, that hasenamelled roses on the apex, and behold! A slug circumnavigating the aforementioned bowl. It’s shoulders are yellow,It’s knees are green,It&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/219018/ Occident had accidentWorse than I fearOccident had accidentReally quite queerOccident, bad accidentPencil stuck in ear Occident in accidentCould not decideOccident in accidentThough he really triedAccident to occidentHe nearly died Occident had accidentNearly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/207136/ Dearest Lu,I make you smartI know I doas I charge inand trample youwith the delicacyof a watchmakerwith a mallet when you divulge meyour secretssacredso carefully keptyour feelings accoutredyour deepesttreasured thoughtsLike the jewels ofaladdin's cave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/207135/ Written on a paper napkin in a greasy spoon with one of those hallucinatory hangovers� http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/207131/ Cool it, a breakA big mistakeA test, a messA great big cake.A lake, a bedA pain in my headCool it you fool!Give me spaceCome here my dearAnd rest your headOn my chest. Think from afar play the radio in the carI don’t want to see youWhere are you?Why aren&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/207001/ Myspace, a room where your favourite record is always playing. You can put up all your favourite pictures. A place where your best friends permanently hang out. You can hear the echo of recent and current conversations. The bulletin radio tells you when your mate's sister's brother's half-uncle's ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/205856/ Co written with Rob Vandeven. Hear the song at: myspace.com/franksparty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/205852/ Reminiscence of my junior school days - of my best friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/205845/ Maybe it is a working title, but it is pretty self explanatory ;-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/205787/  HadAnotherNiceDayBackAtGranny's http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/181297/ PrettyInstrumentAndNiceObject http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/181296/ Don't go in the woods... mwah hahahahaha! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/181281/ This is for Julia, an expert avocado lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/181166/ Dilapidated houses, butch lesbians and... salad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/180397/ Read the title, who's not following! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/180046/ Taking a ride on my rocket ship... to the stars! A tale of a bawdy astronaut... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/179638/  Yes, I dreamt of you last night My thoughts you deeply invaded I dreamt of you in panties too Not quite, but nearly naked  I was kissing your thigh a leg over my shoulder with your hands in my hair I felt a little bolder  I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/179608/   OK all, thank you for the lovely comments. The title is self explanatory, read on!  Warning: This story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for those under the age of 18. Your P***y and Me part one >> PART TWO  Your bum is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/176573/ When love, however painful, transcends the ordinary, egoic and physical http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/174448/ You tried to break meyou tried to make me break youyou tried to create meyou made it all blue you little girlgoing down to the riverbankyour pocket full of rosescrushed and dried the soul of your loverbled into the waterthe thorns you kept pushinginto my side&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/174166/ I met an angel called Sallyshe eased my painWe swam in the seaat midnight in moonlightthe circling gazeof lighthouse Byroncaressed the bodyof the gauzy sirenShe, in fishnetsme thinking of kismet.At Motel Nowherewith no canvas at allshe pulled'Flowers of the Bay'off the wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/173851/ This is a little dark, maybe. It is about that point when you really love someone, and they love you, but you cannot bridge the gap of crap (as I call it). When all that envious revengeful jealousy comes out in frustration in the bedroom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/173636/ She's got her fake onthose leather bootsand ripped denim skirtshe's looking in the eyebut she's talking to the skywide open all the sameyou're just a gameto play andbreak you downthose leather bootsthose looksthose wordsthose sounds when you hit the ground a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/173625/ This is simply a narrative of a walk I took across Clapham Common one summer. I was walking to a friends house and on reaching his front door, demanded paper and a pencil. I wrote this down in one go - hence the slightly uneven feel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/173615/ Having lunch in a dodgy café in Camden, London http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/173376/ A younge rapscallion named JackSat on the edge of a sackFlat was the sack upon which Jack satTit over arse, front land flatJack felt a right twat for that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/173370/ There was a young lady called Godiva,Who thought she'd lost her horseDelighted squeals revealed the eels between her legsbut when she looked down It was actually her horse, Muff Diver http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/173115/ From an English translation of an African folk story, and then condensed by me� http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/173114/ Dedicated to Ivor Cutler http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/173111/ Hanging out in Camden http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172911/ An experience in that moment when time becomes meaningless� http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172910/ I met a fair maid on the beach of a foreign shorebut a lady she was, I was not surefor where legs, counting two, should have beensilver scales and a tail and a sparkling sheenWe swam in the sea near the foreign shoreand saw the pelicans, counting fourwe saw the seallions, counting thre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172908/ A tale of menstruation and infidelity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172907/ When you woke this morningYou must have wonderedWhat that space wasBetween your legsWell it wasn’t me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172906/ Mikrowave living roomfrie mie mind on laser cuttingTV rayzstatik in the carpetand I’m swearing toxic soxC of beer cansrecover from the shockRemote control lifestyleInfra red houseIroning the cat andputting out the mouseArmchair euphoriain myTechnological emporiaCosm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172904/ With a turn of courageShe changed her fateunder separate covershe sleeps in lateDisconnectedfrom onereconnected to anotherThe penny dropsthe phone is engagedin her headwar is waged http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172903/ Crispy static fried babel fishWhen the cloud of your mouthdrifts over hereWeather rapport is overcastbut the outcome already clearThe best thing I’ve seen todayis the back of youYour gold hair curling in the windlike a foil on a chocolateYou’ve been littering my street.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172902/ Lost in translation� http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172900/  when we weather the stormso desperate, darkwhen we fightthree sails to the windcrashing waves to the deckthreateningpulling us downundoing our courseour voices drown all sound is thunder,crashesand clanging of the bellblack waves buckkick at the hulllet the sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172897/ Love and loneliness in London http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172896/ The title is self explanatory! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172895/ A short story of sexual shapeshifting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blitz/172894/