http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jester_Zant The original writings of author Jester en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033054 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Come dance with us children,In the glades of emerald,And the fields of golden wheat,Come play with the faeries,Faeries that roam,Faeries that stay,Come children, come and play. Come sleep with us children,Under starry skies,And glowing moon,Come rest with the faeri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/275476/  In the beginning,There were four,Best friends forever,They intoned,Then one of their numbers left,And she was only one.   In her new home,She was one,But then she met another,And they were two. Soon one of the two left,And she was one again,But one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/274324/ Just One More... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/274106/ A tragic death sparks a new life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/270412/ A tragic death. A protective personality. A stubborn woman. All these make up Maria Rentari, Heaven's newest Guardian! Follow as she learns how to protect the world and her love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/270411/ To achieve perfection... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/268794/ something that I was discussing with Kantola... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/267671/ The final paper for my World History Honors class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/267096/ Again, something for a class, this time trapped on an island for two weeks with three other class mates. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/265306/ A "modern Cinderella story" that we had to do for 8th grade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/265298/ A poem to my mom, the angel in my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/261590/ Another project for history class! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/260614/ James opened the door to the head of the department’s office. Through the frosted glass on the door he could make out two figures sitting in the room, one in front of the desk and one behind it. James took a deep breath as he walked into the office, trying to calm his racing heart and stay lev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/258755/ Just something that I did for my history class that I liked. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/258032/ An episode of Jack's (Department of Foreign Affairs) past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/255304/                  James Taylor sighed as he walked down the brightly lit corridor. He closed his eyes, a fairly average blue color, and thought about how he got into this situation.     &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/255258/ Foreign Affairs is more than dealing with other humans... Foreign includes the supernatural. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/255256/ The music pulses around us,Beats pounding through our chests,And bodies sway beside us. Behind us people crash,A mosh pit of the hardcore,Legs and arms flying to hit faces. A blond girl stands beside us,I only notice because her eyes meet mine,And I see you in her eyes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/252591/ When someone is betrayed, many things can happen in a second... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/244232/ A beautiful bird sitsIn a golden cage,And sings his sweet songTo the heavens.And he wonders:“Will I ever be free?” A wolf prowls his entrapment,And howls a long note,Full of sadness and longing,At the moon.And he wonders:“Will I ever be free?”&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/241059/ I didn't want to add a bunch of different haiku's so I just put them all onto this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/238936/  She locks the door,Tears leaking behind closed eyes,Sliding down to the floor,How much can she take? He looked at the gun,Lying in his hand,He looks up to the sun,And raises a shaking hand. These are the ones who fell,The people who have broken,Who no one ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/238935/  My wings spread wide,I prepare for flight,What happens nowWill be my delight. You stand nearby,Watching, waiting,Prepared to take the plunge,If I take the devils baiting. The wind blows by,The crowd shifts below,My heart is as tenseAs the string of a bow... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/238932/ sometimes this is really how I just feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/238930/ We all have questions that we want answered. Have you ever thought about yours? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/238927/ The memories of King and the way that the beginning of the end started. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/238806/                                   The snow was pristine under the night sky, clouds rolling away in some places to reveal sparkling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/236723/  The hall was silent, the type of quiet that was found in a place were one couldn’t speak for fear of disturbing the delicate balance that was over the place. This silence is not the type that was found in magical glades and fantastic libraries, it is a cold silence that one finds in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/236721/ A war that has spanned five millennia is coming to a conclusion. The three Great Empires, Demon, Vampire and Lycan, prepare for the final stretch, the lives of many are changed in a single moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/236720/  Would keep me awake,In the darkness,When the world seems to shake? What if the pain was too much,I couldn’t take the world,If all I had is a razorblade crutch? Would you still be there?Or would you abandon me,To the hate filled heir? And if I coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/227340/ Four Things of a Human Soul  What is a soul but a collection of feelings?Maybe all we need to understand others,Are their fears, hopes and dreams?Maybe we can find what makes us the same,And what makes us different. I fear, despite what you think.I fear that people.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/227084/ Fly or fall,Your choice,Decide. Fly or fall,Your willNot mine. Fly or fall,The question is,Do you know, which is which? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/227082/  Colors swirl,Surrounding us in a torrent of feeling,Creating, Destroying, Making, Breaking. Red creates,Passion of love and anger,Creating a flash in our life. Black destroys,It’s all we see when we die,No white light to guide us home. Green makes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/227081/  What do you careOf water’s roarOf earth’s lifeOf air’s spiritOf fire’s chaos? Will you find,The wayTo theTop ofThe mountains? Will you find the place,Where the blind seeThe mute singThe deaf hearWhere miracles are? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/227080/ We sing to a tune that only we know,We dance to secret steps,We flutter alongside plastic butterflies,And love alongside paper hearts. We live in concrete jungles,And survive in shadow-laden alleys,Mazes we run,Like mice in a cage. Twisting and turning,We never get to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/227079/ The tunes of the world are changing,Dances that we do are beginning to fail,Try to move,But you don’t belong in our circles. Lose yourself to the music,Don’t look back or you’ll never return,These lands are enticing,Promising wealth and riches. We danc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jester_Zant/227077/