http://slow.writerscafe.org/NikDendera The original writings of author Nik Dendera en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109880 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Both versions of my poem-written in memory of a family member. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/761708/ The prologue to my forthcoming historical novel, set in England in 1348-49 during the Black Death. Available from November. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/758367/ For you, Grandfather. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/650724/ Bit of a long one for me. Inspired by Cradle of Filth's Nymphetamine Fix. What does a statue see and feel? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/622031/ This story was written for my mum's friend, who lost her battle to breast cancer in 2004. It's also for the mother-in-law I never got to meet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/617812/ This is a brief timeline of the history of Britain to provide context.Prehistoric (c.8, 500 BC-43 AD)Stone Age (Palaeolithic, Mesolithic, Neolithic)Bronze Age Iron Age Roman Invasion of Britain (43 AD-410 AD)Post Roman Britain (410 AD-1066 AD)Invasion of Angles, Saxons and Jutes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/617284/ The Languages of Middle Earth: A History of the English LanguageIntroduction  Middle Earth.  Upon hearing these words, the imagination is taken to a land inhabited by Elves, Dwarves and Hobbits. It's a phrase synonymous with a mythical time and place after the 1937 publication of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/617282/ A history of the English Language and how it has evolved over two thousand years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/617281/ I went out shoe shopping. Very bad idea. I have very small feet (UK size 1) and finding any good shoes in my size is both impossible and depressing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/599476/ A serial killer has a slight reflection upon a kill and his lack of remorse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/589646/ A Romantic poem about the ghost of King Harold II. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/572964/ Bit of an odd one. I got bored, thought of some stuff from my school days and ended up with this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/541177/ The original opening chapter to my novel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/537362/ Part two of my fictional piece on the Battle of Hastings, 1066 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/502033/ Based upon the major English battle in the year 1066-the Battle of Hastings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/500225/ To put it simply, its a poem version of the Book of the Dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/404532/ A writing exercise, really. A little bit of me thrown in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/369803/ A tribute to David Bowie and Ziggy Stardust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/361959/ I write a letter every year and for many reasons, it will be my last. Obviously, there is a lot more to it than what is here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/355601/   Lily’s car pulled up in the drive just as I got out my binoculars. She was dressed in skirt and blouse; I could only assume she had gotten held up at work.  Now she would head upstairs to shower, relax in the lather of Crabtree and Evelyn’s La Source shower gel. Then she wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/347571/   Lily wasn’t home when I got in; I waited in the tree for her, shivering in the cold wind.  She was never out this late. Not during the week. What if something had happened to her? Was she ok?  Where are you, Lily? I thought. Please, Lily, come home soon.  I pulled o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/346223/   Lily was eating dinner, a quick gourmet meal of spaghetti. Across from her, the small TV combo flickered as she eagerly stared at the screen.  I couldn’t see what she was watching; the room was partly obscured by the pale blinds over the patio doors.  I didn’t know h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/345720/ Inspired by the Smashing Pumpkins song 'Lily (My One and Only)'. Zachariah is a lowly office clerk, who spends his free time watching his next door neighbour, Lily. But in the end, watching just isn't enough... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/345715/ The story of the Gunpowder plot! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/337869/ Based on a real conversation outside Starbucks. More of a writing exercise than anything else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/335174/ This chapter contains graphic sex and drug use. It's from my novel, Saturnine, set in 1988 in London's underworld of seedy sex and drag. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/330259/ This is an experimental piece. It's actually autobiographical-the protagonist is me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/329866/ The lyrics to a song I'm working on right now to be recorded. Music will be played in G minor, sad and lonely chord (especially on cello) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/326756/ Raiding the archives tonight... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/324455/ Goldie oldie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/324454/ Written for my musical about Satan-all songs were parodies of famous songs from the stage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/324450/ This is the full length version of my poem, Spider, which was edited due to its 'graphic' nature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/324443/ Mega old one, like 5-6 years old! Forgive its rubbishness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/324439/ This is my thoughts on the recent events in the scientific world of Egyptology. It concerns artifacts that have been taken from Egypt illegally (?) and if they should be returned. (This is a bit long, so apologies!) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/321291/ This is for the poets I know and the poets I don't. Inspired by the writings of my beloved Stephen Fry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/319839/ This ties in with several of my other pieces about Lady Art and her Artist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/317027/ Ok, this is not serious, but was me just playing with ideas and fooling around. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/316712/ I have seen the sunrise over the mountains,And thought of nothing. I've stared at a blank page,And seen a master plan of destruction. I've run for miles,And never gone anywhere.   I've let words carry my hopes,When all else was lost to me. I've .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/316707/ The People of the night, the prostitutes, the rent boys, are they any less human than you or I? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/316704/ This is the opening to an old novel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/315496/ I found in this in a collection of really old poems... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/312390/ I wrote this after hearing of the death of one of my favourite writers, the late, great writer, Hunter S. Thompson. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/312389/ Teotihuacan (pronounced tee-oh-tee-wacan) is an ancient city, north of modern day Mexico City. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/312387/   Anna and I were behind the desk, sorting through returns. We sat on the floor, hidden from the public, immersed in our private world of tickets and clipboards.   Suddenly, Anna held up a copy of one of my mother’s books.   “Hey! Looky what I found!”  &ld.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/310445/   The house was over run when I got home; Mum was in her office again with Karl and his kids, two girls and a boy, had taken over the living room.  I stood in the front door and watched them as they joked with Aries and Gemini. Maybe it was a good thing I lived in a bubble, away from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/310064/ I came up with this one night whilst staying with my family in Scotland. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/309626/   I was perched above the history section, an armful of military history carefully balanced between my hip and the shelf. Tanks, war, guns and aircraft. Boring history of mankind killing itself.   I shelved the books and slid down the ladder. I noticed the young girl standing at the end .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/305816/   The first time I saw her, I was sorting through the horror section. Stephen King, Anne Rice, there was never any of my beloved Edgar Allen Poe. They should make it mandatory for all libraries to stock Poe. This system was fascist.  I found a copy of Kathy Reich’s ‘Deja Dead.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/305026/   “My name is Pisces,” I said to him as I watched his cool green eyes slowly travel over my face, scrutinizing me with a slight squint. His hair was jet black, in a style to resemble Robert Smith’s. It hung over his eyes, like a mask covering an angelic face; dark eyebrows per.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/305004/ Pisces is a twenty something artist, struggling to find himself amid a screwed up family dynamic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDendera/305000/