http://slow.writerscafe.org/JSWard The original writings of author Joshua Gerlach en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987689 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I fear resentment is taking over my soul.Not resentment of you, but of the rejection on your tongue, outweighed and made untrue by the lie in your eyes, and the hurt in your mind.You know of what I speak.A defense mechanism you've created, to deflect suitors you might see as usurpers and to catch th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/535986/ The callousness creeps along my veins, coating them like thick cement, slowly turning me to stone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/435788/ I dare not take a breath, your perfume is a poison which may seduce me, my will power is failing and my strength leaves me when you're near.You make me weak, you buckle my knees, you sicken my stomach.Why do I want more of you?I love you enough to give into your ways wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/399446/    Chapter 1: April 3rd, 2100 A.D.       “God bless the new revolution, my brothers and sisters,” prays the President of New America.“God bless our military, every soldie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/385924/                 -Prologue-        January 1st , 2010 A.D. Nuclear warheads hit the centers of sixteen major U.S. cities.Only 50% of Americ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/385920/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/385918/ President Barack Obama's announcement Monday that he is overturning his predecessor's policies toward embryonic stem cells also will include a broad declaration that science � not political ideology � would guide his administration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/385707/ Christmas http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/341738/ "The Silence, so quiet and foul.Annoying and cruel, taunting me with inaudible malice.Oh how I wish Silence would leave.I may take my life should he grow.I hear him, yet to take his leave, but a welcome long overstayed.His silent screams wak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/335798/ The deep wounds may never heal, even not with proper mending and treatment.The scars will form red, and shine as I want them.Crack the whip once more, my heart may break,and cease to form again the scars that held it together;Bright red, like blood, like an apple... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/335797/ Cut the memories, make them go away, make the pain dissipate; help me fight the fight to end all life like this.Cut at me to make me bleed, the blade is so ice cold.The blood runs hot, red and free of body, warms the knife, makes the cold disappear, held at bay, until I b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/333849/ Life is like a coin; it can be obtained, it can be spent, it can be lost and it can be flipped.Life always boils down to choices, the good and the bad, and when a bad choice comes along, its intoxicating, you can't get enough of it, its a thrill like you've never felt be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/303842/ Please No CSS Chapter one: Introduction/My Jingles is missin’ Why hello there, my name is Mark Grafmiller. I live in a small town called Aberdeen, in a big state called Washington, and I am talking to you as if you were a five year old. I work a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/298309/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/298078/ Chapter two: Question 1, Option 2 Hunter decided to put the Cliché of the down-poor behind him.It took twenty minutes to get the rendezvous point, and he didn’t want to bothertrying not to say “How could this day get any worse?” and have ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/287291/ Its like Hell, a horrible, confused feeling of uncertainty, you can't think, and can't talk, the only thing you can do is sit there, wallowing in your scambled thoughts. Every writer faces it, no one can get around it, there's no secret pass though the center, or a convenient burrow trail, just you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/245445/ Chapter ½: In the beginning“Wake up my son,” said a distant voice, “It’s time to wake up.” His eyes searched for a source, “Where am I?” said his own voice,“Safe.” There was a flash of white light. A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/243344/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSWard/243341/