http://slow.writerscafe.org/suediv07 The original writings of author suediv07 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974467 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  There was an empty mute land, that day. Little frames of consciousness floated through that side of the Universe. It was me. I was the ghost. Or better, I had just become the ghost. I could only remember, even it was something confused, the great tide of light produced by The Scream. It ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suediv07/236486/ The fool night of the man who believed to be invincible http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suediv07/210409/ Blind streets, wasted time... What else is left to live? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suediv07/210370/