http://slow.writerscafe.org/Darthalidae The original writings of author Darthalidae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046059 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Two stones.Cast off from bags of runes.Two Wunjos.Made into a Mannaz.Yet again, you were not.You were an Isa.In all your solitude,Your educated blindness.You weren’t a Wunjo.I could have been, but no.Because in your eyes,I was already dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/740198/ It's been 7 years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/698446/ As for a full-stop To end a poem of sorrow,I will choose suicide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/622699/ New stuff! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/541850/ A haiku. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/529178/  PrologueSilence.What he has been longing for, for ages.He draws a salty breeze down from the deep blue sheets below his feet.His little boat.He turns his head slowly from left to right, gazing at how free he can be with the sea in his wooden boat, how he has become blended in dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/500604/ Darthalidae writes lyrics, too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/466927/ Darthalidae goes gloomy... a self-reflection text... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/449914/ An anti-war poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/333276/ a haiku! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/279614/ no description. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/277978/ A weird Nordic woman survives a plane crash only to make things weirder for Dr. Bailey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/277912/ The character is entirely fictional, but the writer is inspired by His life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/277483/ A weird guy called Nemo traps two victims... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/267369/  A cold winter night in all its distress… The snow was covering all the illegitimate plants, yet it was not dense enough to cover up the faults of humanity, such as dishonesty. The dishonest were everywhere, like they are today: There may even be one of them next to you, we are so accu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/217724/ People fight for only one word,people die!but why not calling it Wisdom,seeing beyond that magic wordand fighting for it until you die? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/217704/  Jack was lying on the cold ground; blood was dripping from his wound. He had just been shot, just because of a silly argument. He knew that he was about to die, he felt the need of enjoying his last moments that midnight, the cold summer rain dripping onto his face, the peaceful silence of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darthalidae/217702/