http://slow.writerscafe.org/luthien7 The original writings of author luthien7 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991199 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The day held promise.  56 degrees on a December Tuesday in the mid-west; the rain was welcome, warm and unusual enough to prompt a call in to the office (**cough, cough, can't make it in...so sorry***) and a walk along the untread sidewalks of the new neighborhood.  It never occured to me,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/357515/ A flash-fiction about a loser--nobody, really--and the the ever-elusive retort http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/320297/ Kinda stuck...can't get past 1,000 words lately http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/308810/ She leaned over the counter and snorted in one long, smooth, fluid motion.  The salt ceased to exist. The world stopped, then continued, gyrating like a tijuana so and so, doing the eliptical thing.  The others failed to realize their breath had not stopped and so balled their fis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/301187/ The break in the floorboards gather dust.  I blink and the dust stirs just the tiniest bit, lifting and then falling again into the crevice.  Soon the silver light will come and spotlight those sedentary specs of dust in the floorboards and when it comes, this time, I will sigh and ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/299939/ For the Vibrant Villanelle Contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/284918/ A whale of a Tale about a ... whale tale. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/282422/ Found @ the card department of Walgreens/Walmart/Deals and Nothing over $.99. Catagory: Birthday/Son by mistake, where some speed-shopper left it after a quick peruse... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/282403/ For the "Vicious Parker" Contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/275498/ Redundant, saying - "Crime of passion!"Tell your sweet lies walking;I can't be fooled in this foul fashion,though still I hear you talking.A knowing caution this lover's painas coined by poets, minted gold;finding myself caught againwithin your lusty hold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/275494/ well... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/271975/ Its a "Men Suck" poem. No offense to the men here...as usual these things stem from a very specific man and get filtered out to the rest of the gender. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/262971/ The Hired killer tracks his mark, and finds and enigma http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/258823/  Circles. I walked in circles. Every step forward was a perfect mathematical representation of the foundations of so much scientific law, and also irrational, inexplicable, and soft. Walking in circles, I ended up here. At the beginning, with my tail in my mouth, stari.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/248069/ Horror Erotica, hopeful effective and meant to be fairly brutal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/243273/ A story written for the "Vicious Light" Contest. Sorry about the formatting - I translated this from MS Word and it took an hour to make the whole thing stop copying in italics. I gave up the ghost on futher formatting issues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/242649/ I sit here in the park feeding pigeons because I missed the bus. I missed the bus 20 years ago. Don’t misunderstand me. Sitting here feeding pigeons is my choice. Some of the pigeons are so pretty and fragile. I can’t help but love them. Vietnam changed my life. I’m not a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/227415/  She was here.  She was walking.  The air was thick with dust and heat.  Every passing vehicle belched its own sweet, harrowing heartbreak—the music of motion, the dance of determination.  Hot noon sun glared down upon everything, stealing her shadow from her feet.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/227412/ A Novel Collaborative Effort by Luthien7 and Yinseriv http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/227411/ He took her for a ride and, at the fork in the roadshe blew him                   a kiss                   &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/223272/   Sunlight setting in the distance filtered bruised purple half-light through the alleys of glass and metal past the curtains, coming to rest in a puddle on my floor surrounded by shadows.  I stared at it a moment, trying to reconcile it there—the coffee stain that keeps r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/220748/ I wrote this especially for a friend but it seemed to fit the exercise - so i wanted to submit it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/220713/ From a disturbing blog I read last night, strangely it was mine, and i hardly remember writing it, only feeling really... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/219330/ Azure blue eyes of sin,wicked grin...sky spinning endless, reflected in the whirlpool-- come on in.            All the better to see you with, my dear-- brown hair, waves of velvet chocolateAzure eyes of deepest grin,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/211538/ SoftLikePorcelainSmoothlike silk resting on his books.                     Long, searching fingers     s    p    r    e  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202916/ FREE BIRD!!!!... I mean, uh, Free Verse... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202905/ This is a Villianelle - been a long time since Creative Writing class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202887/ Sorta Sonnet on...drivel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202876/ Sleepless, I restless unto noonday sun.  Hopeless, I tired dream. There can be no faith based on proof.  That would be science.  Prove that you love me, faith me that it may be like unto a science. I'm tired. Wind whistling maddening through my ears, sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202864/ The Tangled Web The spider rested near the center of his web, a thick sort-of second layer of web over-tracing the basic web design radiated out from the center to near it’s long and outstretched legs like a reinforcement.  There were several black specs of what had surely been f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202861/ Minion’s Tale “Well, yes, I suppose I am agent of Satan…but my duties are largely ceremonial…”The choir did not seem impressed by this.  What ever my relationship to old split-hoof (as we often called him, though not ever to his fire-blasted face) I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202859/    This aint no coffee shop, hunny.  F**k you.  Fuckyoufuckyou.  The lights were dim but the little hooded lamp over the pool table near her was just enough.  She held her notebook like a shield—it was, in a way—before her as the pen spun over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202855/ In the distance April could make out the terminus point, where converging lines ceased into a single point and naught but darkness and worse than darkness foretold of a great dropping off as of a cliff into the abyss.  She would have described it as a solid wall of nothing into which their ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202852/ Dust muted sunlight, bits of specs of motes spinning maddeningly along the shafts of light.  Suddenly, they ride a spiraling wave of smoke blown from far in a corner where the sun won’t touch her.  Like tiny surfers, the bits ride the smoke waves along the shaft of light from the row.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202845/   Truth is a Rorshcach test—highly open to interpretation.The truth of the matter remains grainy.  No matter how much foil you twist onto the end of the antennae or how you turn the wire hanger on the back of the old television.  It remains a partial picture without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202841/   I listened as Ronnie snored, the sound neatly pulled up and out and into the noise of traffic outside.  I watched the wind blow little circles through the ashtray resting on the windowsill.  Beyond, a perfect view of a brick wall; behind me there was the pitch dark and the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luthien7/202837/