http://slow.writerscafe.org/spacedgirlhero The original writings of author Jane Doe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015570 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The lake was utterly still,a sheet of glassspread before him.No breeze stirredeven the tiniest of waves.The only movement uponthe water were the ringsthat fanned outfrom his bobberwobbling gently andthe occasional plopof a fish as it jumpedat the dragonfliesdarting across t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/691076/ Empty, devoid of creativitymy Muses have abandoned meleaving a great sucking voidthat robs me of vitality.Frantically digging around insidesearching for somethinganything poetic; a flair of brillianceor even something mundane.Yearning for the words to flowlike water, flui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/571752/ He dropped his line,dangled carelessly on the hook before herlazy in its construction, rusted and over worn. He tossed a lookin her directionboredom glazed brown eyes hiding behind lushblack hairall his secrets locked insideas he leaned his le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/567915/ Feeling a little insane lately, this poem is the result of that madness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/556497/ One night I saw the Harvest Moon glowing in the sky and it inspired this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/551535/ I've been struggling with writer's block for a very long time now and this poem was a result of that block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/549065/ A poem about my relationship with a Southern Gentleman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/549056/ Dedicated to my Uncle Dean who died due to Agent Orange. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/365549/ I wrote this years ago after the demise of a particularly destructive relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/344628/ Dr. Malone begins to fall into the Hell that is Jane. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/337296/ Jane's first session with Dr. Malone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/336006/ A long short story about a female serial killer that I've divided into 'chapters.' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/335999/ My enigmatic LibraStrong and intelligent,Still waters breed deep thoughts. My intuitive CancerBrilliant and determined,Turbulent like the sea. My most precious treasures,The greatest gifts received,Blessings poured upon meDrops of joy from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/335838/ I'm not real wild about this piece, but I found it in my files and it perfectly describes how I feel today.   I’m tired and I just want to close my eyes. I want to shut out the blazing light and the noise reverberating through my mad mind. I want the fig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/334993/ A poem about hopelessness and poverty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/334614/ This is actually an excerpt from my book, Descent Into Nothingness (title subject to change without warning). It is a memory of Joshua's as he is burying Katrine, whom he has just turned into a vampire. I haven't posted much of this book so far, but this is one of my favorite scenes. I copied it ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/334322/ The sun shouldn’t be shining today. Surely nature should sense her despair the sky should darken and rumble, hammering its bitter tears upon the unknowing world.  But instead the sun shone brightly, defiantly, cruelly mocking her darkness. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/333943/ Something I wrote after a particularly intense dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/333695/ Once upon a timeThere was a little girlAs mischievous as could beWho always had somethingHiding up her sleeve. You never knew what to expectHer behavior erratic and chaotic,Her brilliant mind forever concocting,Scheming, inventing, devisingAll kinds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/333524/ Just some musings on religion and spirituality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/333196/ Candlelit darknessFlames flickering in your eyesPassion igniting my heartWe move together, as oneEvery thrust that penetrates mePushes me closer to the edgeOf absolute euphoriaYour scent, musky and eroticTickles my noseYou taste of ambrosiaSo divine, so sweetI c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/332713/ A poem for all those in my life who judge and condemn me for things I cannot control. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/332510/ Obsidian orbs, intense, piercing, hell itself reflected within. Stormy eyes, swirling black; fall into their depths and never find your way back.  Cloudy skies, a hurricane’s full force, churning, burning inside.Lightning in those eyes; hot fla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/332277/ Secrets held sacred andHidden away. Lost selfBanished and scornedSearching the darkAlways left wantingYearning for moreLonging for lifeA light along the pathFreedom from the agonyAcceptance of this baneThe voice of oneCrying in the wildernessAbandoned and alon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/332242/ Yes, I'm hopping back up onto my soapbox before I finish attempting to put my house back into some semblance of order after my surgery and 2 week long bed rest. It's not an essay inthe strictest sense of the word. It's more of me rambling about what's on my mind. So, here we go... .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/331447/ No, this is not actually a story, it is a blog entry from one of my blogs, but I felt it was perinent enough to post here as well. NEWS FLASH: Colin Powell has publicly declared that he backs Obama. That, is HUGE as he has in the past consistently backed Republican candidates. He was quick .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/331334/ Heart racing, pounding in my chest…tight, can’t breathe…throat closing up, panic increasing…doom is coming, looming before me…greedy grin, drooling specter…teeth and claws, sharp and ready…eager to rip and tear through my flesh…clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/330804/ The first poem I've written since being sick since July and having surgery, so it's not my best, but it's what I got. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/330317/ His words were often unkindAnd tore her heart to shredsLittle pieces that flutter in the breezeSowing her soul with their foul seedsThat take root, reaping bitterness and tears,Though he was indifferent to the sufferingHe inflicted, the wounds that would never heal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/304408/ A million thingsRoaming through my mindThought swirls,Dizzying, disorientingWhirling, twirling,Madness creeping in. Body ravaged by painInvisible diseaseUnnoticed by mostMy eternal baneThere is no escape,It will haunt me to my grave. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/304401/ Savage luminosity glimmering in yellow eyesRapacious wanderings, tearing hunger ripping our insides.Beasts with pointed advantagePreternatural strength, wicked teeth tear through fleshWith the slightest provocation, no protectionFrom the evil that lurks in the sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/303863/ FYI: I posted the beginning to this story a while back, so you may have to go back to read prior entries if you haven't read them yet or you won't know what's going on.  Gregory shuffled through the papers again. Jessie Ansberg. Melinda Warren. Keith Russell. Jenny Cookman. Richard S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/297841/  The three men made inappropriate remarks as she brought them their order, three Big Boy Breakfasts. As a waitress in a dusty truck stop in the middle of the Arizona desert, along a major shortcut on the highway, she was all too used to being groped and harassed. The men were heavyset, donnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/297459/ Motel receipt tells a taleOf infidelity and deceit,Secrets kept, lies utteredAnother one of his affairs. Broken promises(No more women, I swear)Shattered vows,(Till death do us part)Nary a word of truthEver comes forthFrom a forked tongue. Cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/294668/ My soul is chokedBy the weeds of strifeThat grow wild within.There is so much Roiling and boilingIn my mind,I cannot escape the noise.It claws at my skull,A shrieking cacophonyOf voices from the pastHaunting me with putrid secretsThat fester and stink;Ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/289406/  New beginnings growOut of the ashes of what once wasAnd is no moreComing full circleA chance at new love, new lifeLooking forward, never backLiving, loving, learningDancing and celebratingThe laughter and the tearsKnowing that there could not be oneWithout the other. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/287663/ Tonight was the night. She could sense it, and knew she had finally broken him when he slowly ambled his way to her booth. She could tell he was fighting with himself every step of the way as a drunk fights himself on the way to the liquor he so despises yet craves like he can’t deny. She felt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/287467/  It was midnight. The bar closed in two hours and he had yet to see her. He was waiting for her, every muscle in his body tensed in anticipation and longing. His head ached and his stomach was churning. He furiously chastised himself for letting her affect him so but he could not help himself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/286483/  As dusk approached he found himself glancing at the door every few minutes, hoping to see her. The time not spent looking for her he spent hating himself for looking for her. He knew she wanted him, knew he could have her tonight if he so wished, and oh god, did he wish, but he desperately k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/286059/ Based on a childhood memory, I wrote this in high school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/286009/ She entered the bar that night feeling fresh and empowered, having feasted heartily on her victim the night before. As she devoured him she had imagined the face of the bartender she suddenly coveted so and the mere thought of him sent her into heights of ecstasy she had never before reached. Yet th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/285538/  Silent moments, still and hushed,Magnificent, satisfying seclusion,Liberated from loneliness and woeI am free to enjoy the wonder of solitude.  'Solitude' Copyright Patricia Schoenberger 2008, all rights reserved worldwide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/285537/ Dazzling lightsTwinkle in the darknessBrightened by falling snowWatching the stormFrom our cozy perchInside next to the tree.Steaming cocoaPile of presentsEver growingUnder fresh evergreen treeFilled with ornamentsAnd red and gold garlandTwo days till ChristmasSnowed in by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/284871/  She sat in a booth in the corner of a dimly lit pub.  The smoke curled around and through the raven colored hair that shined with the brightness of the night sky illuminated by a waning sliver of silver moonlight.  Her skin was the color of pale ivory and her almond shaped brown ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/284842/  Decisions made on highMistakes never admittedPass the buck to the next patsyMove onto the next warThe next country to be conqueredRape its natural resourcesFor your own monetary gainImprison its citizensTorture them and call them terroristsFrom the end of your M16When wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/282688/ Uncomfortable in your own skinSelf loathing apparentIn the rage you inflict on the worldHide insecurities with accusationsDeny your flawsRewrite historyTo suit your narcissistic fantasiesNever say sorryOr admit to any wrongsBlame everyone elseFor your mistakes and foiblesSmile .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/282574/ Kind of a sequel to my poem Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/282314/  Melodious whispersLeaves on the trees rustle in the nightFire pops and crackles, The scent of wood smoke dancesOn the breeze; permeates the airDark waters of the lakeLap lazily against the shoreStars shine down, bathing usIn their sparkling lightHarvest moon shimmers on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/282294/ Sorry, forgot to mention before that this is part II. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/281943/ Gregory stumbles across a magick pen that makes his wildest dreams come true--at a terrible cost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spacedgirlhero/281388/