http://slow.writerscafe.org/Alexandra933 The original writings of author Alexandra Christine Moxin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776338088 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Catlike circling catlike panthers crawl,pacing continuousdancing in shimmery crisp wavesundulation, annexationdisregard, fear of flying.human nature snaps and spitsroaring like a fire - quick to die.consequential passion spins itssticky web-like trap.  dark and deviou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255974/ She ran and ran, focusing on the feel of the road beneath her feet.  Her heart was beating faster than normal, she was aware that she was pushing, farther, unable to stop.  Her legs were growing weak and she could feel a distinct spot of tension in her lower body.  Struggling to regai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255970/ She sat in one of her newfound secret hideaway rooms in this foreign citadel.  While not her favourite spot, she was for a time away from the ominous throngs of strange people and unusual customs in this foreign land.  There were many nuances to the social order here, not what she was accu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255962/ His generals rode in an oval pattern around him, leading him back to the castle and protecting him from the errant rush of ambitious war-mongerers, desiring his head as their prize.  As he rode he saw the world rushing by him, but he knew he was no longer part of it.  He had died on the fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255957/  The hours of the dayTwist and turnWretched and perfectThe wheels forever turnAnd if you find you’reJust sitting thereWithout a care in the worldEscape and dream the day awayFor this day is as lostAs forever will beThere is no substance to timeYet time matters &nda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255948/ You condemn me before you even know meYet you claim you are wiseYou spit little tiny daggers from yourMalformed teeth – yet speak of beautyAs though you know itYour knowledge is formed from the minds of othersYet you would claim to own your own mindAnd condemn the minds of ot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255946/ Music calms that beast that resides deep withinA soul’s glimmer reflected in rhythmEmanates… transformationA deep calm resonating through her entire beingTo soothing acoustic lullabies painted without wordsShe dances and moves through every beautiful chaotic momentTraver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255944/ The dusty midnight morninghours, cold and longThere is understanding hereThe path is long, and oh so longago forgotten, but like daybreakIt is still hereThe hours condense into minutes thatused to feel like days, no more.Twilight is far away, yet it is closerand is felt in ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255942/  Soft, a speck ofblack fallen on pure crystallinewhite ~ a shadowdims the distance betweennight and dayfrailty, a heart of a million piecesfaulty somehowyet beautiful in its failingsno struggle, no fightsomehow wins.guest, a monster within mesleeps softly beside meviol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255939/  (Castair’s journey)Shrouded by the obsidian orb contained in his jersey pocket, he made his way east. The terrain, rough, rain-soaked, grey and windy, made him quicken his pace as he grew nearer to the foreign city. King Austron, the title he used – though he was King.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255937/  Words swirl in the princess’s mind. She feels the weight of her soul, the crush of eternity, and the beginnings of madness and chaos; in their swirling, continuous pulse. Pulse, a rush of blood in her veins, circulating endlessly. Newness, death, creation, finality.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alexandra933/255934/