http://slow.writerscafe.org/f1r3wire The original writings of author F1r3Wire en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776194639 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sie has hir infatuations like anyone else and admits them, it�s a running joke amongst some of those who know hir. Sie enjoys the laugh along with them, but never admits that it�s not what they think it is. They always assume that hir infatuations are like theirs, and there t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/f1r3wire/307259/ Sie sits in the sung on the eve of the local festival, but to hir today is just any other day like the next will be, hir festival has been and gone a few days before with no one noticing. That's the way it is, sie is a follower of the old ways, before this modern way, sie still follows it even when .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/f1r3wire/305412/ Sie is the assin walking the old streets hir long black coat flowing around hir, it's matched in it's sway by hir long waist length hair, mostly black but with streaks of purple down one side. Hir coat hides the tools of hir trade, hir wide brimmed hat keeps the light out of hir face and the rain of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/f1r3wire/305408/ Sie describes hirself as a wayist, sie has hir way and it's how sie lives hir life. It's not constant, it's always in flux, but it's hir way and sie write it as sie finds it. Hir way is a fusion of different paths, some are religious, some are just good advice. When asked sie calls hirself a wiccan .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/f1r3wire/259336/ Home to hir is transient, it changes and moves with hir, parts of hir home are constant, other parts move with hir. Where sie normally lives is a wagon, it travels the roads as sie does, it's somewhere sie can retreat to no matter where sie is. But this home is small, there's a living room in the fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/f1r3wire/241171/ The figure in the mirror looks back at hir, it's hir but sie feels detached from the figure, sie stairs at the face and asked the image who they are. But it's a reflection of hirself, it cannot answer and sie doesn't have the answer hirself, all sie has is what sie sees. Long hair cascades down hir .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/f1r3wire/241170/ Sometimes the past gangs up on hir, it just builds and builds until it doesn't take much for the memories to come crashing down on hir. It's these times when sie tries to forget, but sie never can, so sie resorts to crawling back into the bottle. It doesn't truly allow hir to forget, but it dulls th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/f1r3wire/241167/ Sie sits atop the carriage, the day is cold and crisp hir breath hangs in the air like the breath of the horses pulling the carriage. In fine weather other travellers would sit out here with hir, but it's winter so sie sits alone. The carriage is making good speed across the moors, as good as these .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/f1r3wire/241157/ Sie walks into the pub, sie's a known face and is greeted warmly, ordering the same thing sie always does a large coke as it comes, sie smiles to hirself as sie walks away from the bar and the juke box starts playing Staying Alive just by chance. Sie takes hir usual seat in the corner of the bar by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/f1r3wire/220634/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/f1r3wire/220633/