http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rayviathae The original writings of author L.V. Ana en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031174 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There is a strange boy in the forest, and a deer who's decided Moon is just the person the boy needs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/2032118/ There is a strange boy in the forest, and a deer who's decided Moon is just the person the boy needs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/2032114/ There is a strange boy in the forest, and a deer who's decided Moon is just the person the boy needs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/2028335/ This is the story of the Fey of the Waters, told in five parts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/2026226/ This is the story of the Fey of the Waters, told in five parts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/2026222/ This is the story of the Fey of the Waters, told in five parts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/2023697/ This is the story of the Fey of the Waters, told in five parts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/2022044/ This is the story of the Fey of the Waters, told in five parts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/2022043/ This is the tale of the Seven Fey, who came to our world from a far off place and made their homes within the realms of man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/2022041/  It doesn’t take us long to reach my father’s house. My heart lifts when I see Jake sitting on the front steps, holding himself tightly and swaying to whatever music his headphones are playing. He hears the cars drive up and smiles at us, taking the headphones off and tucking them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/252001/  By this time, it’s pretty late at night, probably near midnight. I can hear the distinct breathing pattern in the back seat that tells me that Jeffy’s all ready fallen into a deep sleep. Joey’s awake, art pad out on his lap, sketching something I can’t quite make out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/248940/  About forty-five agonizing minutes later, I hear the screech of tires in the driveway. Mama and Uncle Mack have already come back inside, and I can hear them moving around and talking in the living room. They don’t sound happy, but they haven’t come upstairs yet, so they still di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/248777/  I’m lying on my bed, headphones on to drown out the thoughts, staring blankly at my ceiling, when the door opens. I glance towards it. I can see Mama’s silhouette clearly in the doorway and my heart falls. I’d thought tonight would be my night off, but apparently I was mist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/248601/  He’s very quiet. I can hear my mother in the back, setting up for one of her parties tonight. I’m unlucky in that I’ve been invited. The boys were invited too, until I’d offered to play for her. Jeffy had been taken out of the party completely and Joey would only be t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/245670/ I remember the first day I met Correnna Peters. I�d seen her around school before then, hanging with the Twins, as I called them. Guy and Gina Miller. The Twins were never seen apart, they spoke for the most part in unison, and they never really associated themselves with anybody else. N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/245275/ I’m staring out at the river. It’s my fourteenth birthday, the day is coming to an end, and my parents have forgotten about me once more. I understand that I’m not worthy of their time or memory, but just once it would be nice if my father wouldn’t spend the day drinking his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/243160/ I wish to die.  I’m sitting on the patio on the roof of Guy’s house, smoking my first cigarette in two months, just chilling. He’s got his eyes on the stars, through his telescope, and I’ve got my eyes on the desert. I can picture myself standing up without saying an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/232669/ I'd kill for a smoke. I can't be exactly sure where I am...only that I probably shouldn't be here, and that I need a smoke. I only need to smoke when I'm in a really bad situation, so I look around, taking in my surroundings before moving. It looks like I'm in a cabin of sorts. I can see a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/219027/ She strokes a lock of hair out of his face and kisses his nose quickly, before he has a chance to turn his head away. He scrunches up his face and hides it in the pillow. "Angel..." he says. He's taken to calling her that lately. He says she must be a fallen angel, who couldn't stand the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/219001/ love letter from Joel to Jake on Singles Awareness Day (aka Valentine's Day...can you tell I'm single? And aware of it?) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/214925/ ----------this is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------He's laying on my bed, kicking his feet, reading Beowulf for the twenty-third time since he'd first discovered it, years ago. It's his favourite thing to read, always calming to him for some reason, and he needs to be calm right.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200427/ ----------This is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------I want to be better than I am. Some nights, it's just...all too much, and the only thoughts in my head are the confused, chaotic voices of my mind cracking in half. Rip, shred, tear. Some nights, I'm not even sure if the world e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200422/ ----------This is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------It repeats in my head, like the broken record of a children's rhyme, an eerily diabolical children's rhyme, malicious even, in a paradoxical manner. But is it truly a paradox? Many children's rhymes have an element of pain, tort.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200420/ ----------This is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------I'm fifteen.I'm sitting on the bus between my backpack, filled with my clothing and what little cash I've got, and the window, staring out at the run-down buildings and desolate people. I'm wearing a pair of old, faded, torn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200414/ ----------This is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------Hands fly over skin, feather light, mustn't break it. His body is warm in my hands, soft crushed silk, tasting of the hot Californian sun, the desert winds, the sea breeze. His hands are more frantic, fingers tearing, trying to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200410/ ----------This is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------He's sitting on the couch in front of the TV, watching a taped football game from at least twelve years ago, because we can't get any actual channels. I'm curled up on the other side in a black t-shirt and flannel black and grey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200407/ ----------This is a work of fiction and may be triggering---------- You can dress me like a dollyAnd tell me what to do.F**k me like an animalI'll do anything for you.You want to be deep inside of meI want to feel you too.Let me satisfy your needsAnd then we'll start anew.Br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200402/ ----------This is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------                                      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200392/ ----------This is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------I sit on the railing over the river, looking into the black waters below me. I'm thinking about a lot of things; nothing specific...there are a plethora of thoughts that scamper across my mind at times like these. At the moment,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200382/ ----------this is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------She lays on the stained mattress, humming to herself, pulling the petals off a dead, withered flower. Her black wings are bent and torn, her hair is a mess, and the halo has been tossed aside, it's gold paint chipping to reveal t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200378/ ----------this is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------                                   /so.f**k.me.already.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200374/ ----------this is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------It's cold outside.The wind is relentless, and for once I'm grateful for my leathers for more than the striking beauty they supply me with. I take another drag off my cigarette, not my preferred brand, but one that will do. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200372/ ----------this is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------He runs his hands lightly over my body. Normally this bugs me, but as this is all he ever pays for, I try not to mind and let him continue as he pleases. I think he worries about me. He knows I'm under age, though not as much as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200367/ ----------this is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------                                      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200353/ ----------this is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------At ten, my little brother is an artist.I'm not talking, Picasso or Van Gogh or Da Vinci or anything like that. I mean, real, true, honest art. He only works with pencils, regular pencils, and only on a particular type of dra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200347/ ----------this is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------"Good morning," I say as he stirs. The night has not been a peaceful one by a long shot, and it takes time for him to realize where he is...safe, in my bed, in my arms. I watch his blackened eyes as they dart shakily f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200344/ ----------this is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------i would like to forget, sometime. forget. such a simple word; such a hard task.I look back on the things I've done sometimes and wonder. What if? Do you ever do that? What if I hadn't tripped and knocked over that lamp, when .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200339/ ----------This is a work of fiction and may be triggering----------"Tell me about yourself," he says.I'm sitting outside, shivering in the cold in nothing but a pair of black boxers, sucking on the end of a cigarette. It's almost gone, but I'm loathe to let it go, so I put off cru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200338/ This is a story written in vignettes of the life of a severely abused 17-year-old boy who must raise two younger brothers on the money he makes hooking, while trying to protect them from their alcoholic father and sexually sadistic mother and stay sane. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/200331/