http://slow.writerscafe.org/bb.brumbaugh The original writings of author BB en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776756721 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets; his head bend against the driving rain. People rushed around him, try to get out of this summer shower. “Pathetic” he though, watching theses people run about their lives. Power, money, politics, it controlled them all as it did himself. He .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bb.brumbaugh/243001/ Of hells fire, or heavens lightOf which did you spawnA fiend of darkness or an angel of dawn.A flame, malice, crooked and evilOr a light, to give hope to peopleBorn of the blackness, sin of manOr of the light, shinning down upon the landAre you a destructive force, of which I must abid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bb.brumbaugh/233478/