http://slow.writerscafe.org/leahelisabeth The original writings of author Leah Elisabeth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973899 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’m dreaming of blank facesOf falling in loveI see those empty spacesFill me.I don’t know who you areOr who I want you to beI see you in my dreams,I hear you calling my name,Feel you holding my handBut you’re nameless, facelessAll I have is my desire,For a hand in mine,For someone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/560448/ I don't often write fanfiction, but this story kind of took over my imagination. It is for the tv show Supernatural. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/515859/ There was very little light coming from the smoky torch on the wall, enough to see the dear lines of Ren’s face, but not enough to see the men who had just walked in.  I tensed, expecting my fear to come flooding back, waiting for my hope to be locked up once more, but I was not afraid... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/474508/ “It is time.”  Aidan said. Samara woke Bryn and Yan. Zoe carefully awakened Jeremy.“It is time to wake up, Love.”  She said softly. Jeremy smiled at her. His weariness had left him.“We must leave the cave.” Bryn sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/454833/ Jeremy was tired.  He felt like he had been fighting for years.  It was hard for him not to feel the bite of his despair although he prayed against it.  Freyja had not come to him for a long time and he wondered what would happen when she did.  He wished to see the results of his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/454832/     Jeremy lay on the cold dungeon floor.  The pain was gone, leaving him weak.  He almost wished it was still there, numbing his mind and making him forget.  He was alone with his thoughts and fears.  He feared for his wife; he feared for his child.  Would he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/454390/      I fell countless times, sliding on shale and tripping on larger rocks.  Once I landed on some loose gravel and slid fifteen feet down the mountain before I could stop myself.  I stared mutely at the tiny stones shoved into the skin of my palm and, ignoring the pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/452351/ This is actually a sermon I preached in my second year at Bible College. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/437663/ Sometimes I don’t realizeHow far away I’ve fallenUntil You reach out.I don’t know where the fire’s gone.The tears in my eyesBlur the picture of Your faceAnd my guilt and shameForce us apart.Until I can no longer look at YouUntil I have forgotten that You&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/433233/ Is it really time?Can I give you my heart?Have you finally made up your mind?Will our love story start?Yesterday, I gave upToday, you swept me awayI am still waiting for tomorrow.And the promise of foreverI think it might be timeTo take that secret keyAnd put it in your hand,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/433214/ Some times I think you’re too perfect for words.And I can’t help feeling that way.I’ve been loving you for too long nowand I want you to stay.Then I wonder why I waste my timeTrying to win your loveYou aren’t some angel sent to meFrom the land that’s up ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/422914/      I woke as night was falling.  I shivered from the cold.  I was soaking wet from the waterfall and from tears and I was terrified.  Even though Ren was silent and sometimes seemed hostile, he was still strong and sure, someone I could depend on.  A black m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/422548/      By that time, it was nearing evening and we were in as good a place as any to spend the night.  We both were exhausted after the events of the day and we both fell asleep the moment we lay down.  We spent the night tangled in each other’s arms and when we wok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/422219/              The look of regret on Ren’s face was nearly more than I could bear.  He looked so sad and wounded that I wanted to wrap him up in my arms and tell him everything would be all right, but I knew I could not.  I kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/411960/ Disgust and horror clutched at my stomach and I vomited on the trail.  The carnage that erupted from me caused me to become sicker and I continued to heave long after my stomach was empty.  It looked like I had hardly bothered to chew, mangled flesh was mingled with congealed blood, all th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/395872/ Chapter 8 Aidan ran. It seemed he could feel evil breathing down his neck. Someone was not pleased that he was now free. He was still afraid. Tears marked a path down his dirty face. He glanced around, but he knew he was lost. The sky was overcast, hiding the stars from his searching eyes. He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/393180/ The path was steep and covered in rocks that cut through my boots.  It twisted and turned across the face of the mountain like the devil’s own staircase.  As I climbed, I could see the trees coming to an end, being replaced by hardy mountain shrubs with grasping branches that tore my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/392828/ I was floating, drifting away on a sea of pain.  I wish I had something to cling to, even a little bit of earth or a log, to keep the world from rushing away.  Perhaps then the water would stop trading places with the sky and the dreadful heat that filled my bones would die away.  I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/389251/   I awoke to find myself weeping again. I thought there could be no more tears, but I was wrong.  I could no longer cry in self pity for sure, but there were plenty of tears left for Ren now that my memories had broken through and I could remember how much I. . .never mind.   I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/380914/ This is loosely based on the story of Jack and the Beanstalk. I wrote it for a contest. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/363404/ Tryn shaded his eyes from the harsh sunlight, then bent back to work. He grimaced as his stomach once again growled in protest. He was sure noon had come and gone. He had been working since 5:00am on a meager breakfast and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. It had been kind of his u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/361248/ Chapter 3    It seemed that I waited forever, holding Ren’s hand, watching him slip away from me.  Sometimes he groaned and moved in the grip of the fever, but mostly he just lay there, still and pale as if death had already claimed him.I kept crying, hoping the Tayre w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/360900/ The world below is flooded in an unearthly silver light. Shadows are clear cut in the milky whiteness. The Moon beams trickle through the leaves in a luminescent waterfall. It smiles down, and the elusive beauty of Zintar is shown in the light of the moon; the beauty that is hard to see when the sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358270/ This is the sequel to Await the Dawn. Again, it was written many years ago, so don't expect a lot of maturity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358269/ Chapter 7Jereme and Zoe walked tiredly through the door. Copper rushed to embrace her son.“Where on earth were you? I have been so worried about you. What is that on your forehead? Is it painful? We should get you to bed right away. Your head doesn’t seem to be bleeding.”She bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358267/ Chapter 6The young man crawled through the underbrush, inch by painful inch. He was looking for El’s people, but he did not know where to look. He knew his life would not last much longer. He longed for release from his cruel, hard existence, but not the one death would bring. Instead, he wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358266/ (Two months later)Micaela walked around in a daze of happiness. Grant would be home soon. She had special news for him. He walked in the door, and she ran to kiss him.“Wonderful welcome dear. How come I don’t get one like this every day?” He joked, as he kissed her back.&ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358265/ Chapter 4Freyja arrived, and swept into the temple. She immediately claimed it as her own. She shivered as she thought of the hold she would have on these people. “I will finally have the power I have never had in Qintar. This place was meant for my rule. I must start to make some changes,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358247/ Chapter 3They walked out the door, after about half an hour of careful planning. They knew Moonstone would find them sooner or later. They set off toward the temple, knowing it was a gesture that The Nameless One could not miss. He would not ignore it.Suddenly a cold wind whipped through the tre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358245/ 3 Years LaterDani’s face was stony and expressionless, even though she was crying inside.  The prison guard gathered his clothes and walked out the door.  The door closed and only then did Dani allow herself to collapse into tears. The guard had been the third one that night and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358241/ Dani sobbed into the darkness. Her mother was gone. She did not know if she ever would see her again. An acrid smell permeated the camp. It came from the building where her mother had been taken. That smell told her that Judith was lost to her forever.So she lay there in the darkness, sobbing, her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358240/ It was cold. Dani’s teeth chattered. She was surrounded by several women. They were packed tightly into the musty horse trailer. Even with the warmth of the women around her, her fingers were still numb.Dani hugged her rag doll, Ari, even tighter. Ari was faded; one button eye was nearly fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358239/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358235/ I did not remember until the day I saw Ren.  At first, I wasn’t sure if it was him.  I was watching the sheep once again and I saw him in the trees in the forest at the base of the mountain.  I was afraid.  All I could see was a dark figure, standing and watching me.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358233/ For as long as I remember, my people were plagued by the Khresh.  We lived in our valley and lived in constant fear.  We never dared to traverse the mountains that kept us separated from the outside world.  We weren’t even sure if anything existed beyond the forbidding peaks tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358232/ This is based on a dream I had a while back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/358231/ I wrote this a couple of years back to creep out a friend and am only putting it on now for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/341464/ This is the sequel to "Flee Dark." I have been having lots of requests, so here it is! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/329719/ It was hot.  The sun scorched the earth as it hung in the brilliant sky.  There was no breeze to cool a traveller's sweating face.  A young woman and a child walked down the dry, dirt road, their bare feet kicking up small puffs of dust.  The little boy tripped in the deep ruts a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/326224/ How does it begin?With a fleeting glance,A surreptitious smile?Do you seek me out?Do I wait for you to find me,Or should I take my chancesOn chasing once again?I never wanted to be the hunter,I am worth more than that,But if I don't follow youWill you turn and see meStanding he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/326195/ I had given upThere was nothing left to doI'd been working all on my ownTrying to stand apart from YouBut now I see the truthI know that I am weakI'm sinking far below the groundAnd I long to hear You speak But it's already overThe victory is wonYou stretch out Your hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/308521/ Don't toy with my heartIt wasn't so long agoThat it was left broken and bleedingCrushed by some callous blow Don't toy with my heartIts only just been healedThe scars of old wounds still showI want to keep them sealed Don't toy with my heartDon't make me love you too .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/308414/     We are the shadow.  We are the mist.  We fear the sun and love the dark, wet places where even the moon and stars are hidden.  We are the fearful; we hold our secrets tightly.  The darkness is our domain.    I say this with much sorrow for I re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/264100/ Annie    Don't look at a sunset unless you think of me.  Do you remember them Bryce?  Do you remember everyone we watched together before you had to leave?  Sometimes I fear I have forgotten a few, because I am forgetting you.  It was you that made them special t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/256364/ Dedicated to my little sister Shula. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/256322/ Dedicated to Elias, my little brother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/255560/     The full moon moved across the sky, making the shadows strange, at once softer and harder, bolder and shyer than the normal shadows of daytime.  Things move deep in those shadows.  Malicious or benign, can anyone tell?  It is on nights like this that the Wubbles com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/255504/     Moonstone stepped through the door to begin the training. She would try to convince the woman that El was not god and that following him did no good. She came to begin the brainwash, but the room was empty. She rushed to the very centre of the room. To a strange, raised, blue tile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/245589/ The Nameless One's priestess made ready for the ceremony of blood. She waited for his spirit to fill her and make her ready to lead the people in the sacrifice. She hoped for power as she waited, power that would enable her to rule the people in The Nameless One's name. She craved it. A cold chill s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/243549/ It is dark, dark as it always has been and always will be. There is no light, but from the lanterns and candles of the people. There is no twilight, no dawn. Shadows do not move. The sun does not rise or set on the land of Zarif, for there is no longer a sun in the sky. The sun has become but a lege.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahelisabeth/243547/