http://slow.writerscafe.org/GARfTWCM The original writings of author GARf en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048217 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A desultory philippic followed by a revelation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/474487/ Doubleplus ungood. Refs unpersons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/395598/ I wonder if I was going through somewhat of a nihilistic streak when I wrote this... it's around a month old - I'm... just now getting around to posting it *shame! shame!* No prizes for guessing the people referenced in the title... :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/384109/ An ironic conversation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/384108/ Also Known As: The Skit They Would Stone Me For http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/384107/ Also known as: The Job Interview Skit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/384106/ It's over - please pick up after yourself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/327154/ An exploration of the consequences of sin... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/324311/ "Adhuc aleae non iacta est  - verba sunt, non acta." About thirteen years ago, when I was taking swimming lessons for the first time, the entire class was allowed to jump off the diving board. The whole class excitedly lined up, with some of the children angling for the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/324310/ Two proves to be far better than one... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/324308/ A violent tale of "revenge" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/283133/ I should've turned back - I should've known better... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/283131/ Isaiah 61:3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/283130/ An interesting episode while driving... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/283129/ A man has forgotten something important... and has no idea what it is... :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/283128/ A song never to be set to music becasue there is no other to sing it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/258417/ She misses the point of the exercise... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/247937/ He hatches only to realize his mistake... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/247935/ His questions are answered by a dream... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/247933/ Her presence follows him... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/234477/ A short poem about the inverse of wishing someone could join you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/234476/ The first poem I've written where I mention God. A man realizes that he can do no more for a person and that they must seek help on their own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/234474/ I posted it on the MFGH site, in the GARf section, so, by rights, the MySpace blog gets the commentary. Unfortunatly, there isn't much of one. I got the idea for it on a bus ride after reading a story called "Eye for Eye", by Orson Scott Car http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220237/ This story has a similar flavor to the first story I wrote, the one about the Cube. I decided to bring the thin guy back around for another round of fun. This story probably required more research then any other I've written to date - the last paragra http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220189/ I wrote this one... yesterday, actually, and I'm fairly sure it's the longest poem I've ever written - at least, it's the longest written out on paper- several of them have gotten longer in the transcription from paper to... here :D Parts of this one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220185/ The first one I wrote as a poem, intending to get my thoughts down to then base a prose piece on it to be a part of a larger... prose work. I'm hinting strongly here, LOL. Anyway, I started writing it in prose, then I read over the original poem and it ca http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220182/ This poem was written shortly after New Years... Upon further reading, I swear to you that the door is the figurative moving from one year to another - it just occured to me that there's a quite different meaning you can get out of the poem. I'm going t http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220180/ The first one is the first poem I ever wrote - way back in fifth grade. I was forced to do it - and it actually came out pretty well. It was pubished by a company... which means they actually own it now, and it's a violation of copyright laws for me to po http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220177/ The first stanza of this one actually happened literally. The rest is more... figuartive imagination. Oh, and apparently, I get a lot of inspiration while driving. Go figure :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220175/ I thought about making this one longer... I decided agaisnt it - it's more true this way. True being a relative term... well, you'll see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220171/ At some point, someone pointed out to me that my stories tend to end up happy, and my poems tend to end up sad. I can't really do anything about the poetry muse only coming when I'm kinda melancholy, but the story muse actually visited me with a story tha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220167/ This kinda got wrote similar to a poem... but it's in prose... I might turn it into a poem, someday, but right now it's just a little chunk of prose... poetic prose, though. IDK if you could go so far as to call it poetry, but... meh. :P Anyway, here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220163/ So, yeah, like one of the other poems I've posted here (it's in the achives, somewhere, "'Til Death Do Us Part"), this actually started around a year ago. I kinda played around with the idea in my head, toyed around with the words a bit, but I n http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220160/ I actually started writing this story a really long time ago, but I wasn't able to finish it at the time, consigning it to the depths of my hard drive, probably never to emerge again. Originally, the ending was completely different, but I came up with http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220157/  We are not the fire that burns and destroys, and then is extingushed, forever. We are the water, moving around, never stationary, either in thoughts or actions, surrounding, feinting, attacking and then retreating. Fire burns, one quick flash and then both it and the object it was burning ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220154/ Ok, so this poem was (loosly) based on something that happened to me while I was in Murfreesboro. This guy walked into the place where his (estranged) wife worked, pulled out a gun, and shot her and then himself. My mom asked "Well, why didn't he http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220149/ Just a little short sorta-romantic story. :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220144/ I got the idea for this one after listening to the song "Through the Glass", by StoneSour - I write it down on a notecard as soon as I got home, then typed it up and posted it on MySpace the next day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220142/ This story is based on a dream I had in a 3 hour car trip to Murfreesboro. It didn't make any sense at the time, but I felt I had to make it into a story. So, hopefully, I've done a good job of that. If not, tell me, please! The original version of this s http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GARfTWCM/220136/