http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rachelio The original writings of author Rachel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990578 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Spontaneous Sonnet for my Love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/1160858/ Spontaneously written during a bout of dokis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/1107418/ Spontaneous poem while conversing with my honey. Came out in 9-8-9 format without an edit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/1091561/ Can't wait to have you near,Just to see, just to hear,Wishing to have you dear,There's nothing left to fear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/1079634/ Once upon a timethere was a little girl who loved her father very much and followedhim everywhere. He made shoes, you see. Beautiful shoes that madeeveryone feel better just by seeing them. One day, the little girlwas downstairs when something miraculous happened. 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Teenagers, grown women, grown men, all of them following our walk and snapping pictures with whatever they had.“I can practically see the headlines,” Syla tittered. “Mystery look alike accompanies wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/461787/  I was already awake as the sun rose behind me. I was walking to the hotel in which my secretary was staying, a place called The Inn at the Roman Forum. It was a mouthful, but the place was actually quite nice, if a little stuffy. It wasn’t too far from Saturn’s temple, either, wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/435297/  I was flying into the edges of Roma when I remembered that I had driven here, not flown. I shook my feathered head and tilted a little towards the ground I could see the Coliseum in the distance, so I knew that I was getting closer to the parking place. I let my mind wander as I let my mind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/408270/      I had walked quite a ways before I realized that I didn’t know where I was going. I knew that there were vampires here, but I didn’t have a clue where they were stationed. I stopped where I was, trying to figure out where I was. I looked around and saw that I was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/407332/  As I boarded yet another plane, I thought of home, and about how lonely Thrasher must be. I shook my head and sat down in my seat, noticing that, in the nearly full plane, there were three people whose eyes kept wandering back to me. I checked my eyes in the window. No, they were normal. I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/388138/ Totally off the top of my head, and totally didn't go where I thought it would. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/386662/  My unwilling night-stalker and I were currently sitting in a strip club. Yes, I did say a strip club. We were waiting to talk to his maker, who, frankly, I had a few words for. The place was actually pretty nice as far as strip joints went. It had soft pink carpet and clean white paint. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/375934/  Flowing, growing,Ever knowing,The Tree of Life,Goddess of Strife,Give me one good reasonNot to commit treasonLeave me aloneUntil I’ve grownHear the ringingOur voice is bringingChanges unknownThe winds we’ve blownBringing to fruitionOur promised rationO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/370415/ The room is white, an empty canvas. The only things in the space were a small table with four child sized chairs, a television, several stuffed animals, and a girl. The girl was a small blonde child of about five years. She was playing with her friends, Mrs. Bear, Mr. Frog, and Mopsy. They were ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/357278/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/357276/      Let me say that again. I tripped…over a vampire.     The despicable creature attacked me, apparently thinking I was a human. I took it(him?) by the back of the neck and heaved. He went flying and I was on top of him before I could stop myself, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/353082/ I stepped off of the train feeling hopeful. This might actually work, I thought, maybe I can do this.                                &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/353074/       The Hall was filled with noise as the night progressed. As we ate we all swapped battle stories and myths. After a few courses the conversation broke down into smaller sections. With less attention on me I felt safe enough to ask my next question.  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/353068/ Sonnet I wrote during Ren. Faire. 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It was eleven o’ clock, and I’d only had four hours of sleep, falling into dark as all else where rising from it, the blue of the night sky fading to pink. I looked down on the church goers, remembering once again. I was an alter boy, in a manne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/281081/ a poem about any of two things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rachelio/279522/ I stretched my legs in the Transylvanian airport’s lobby, having flown several hours from San Francisco to the very heart of the myth. I was pretty sure he would no longer be in the place of his youth, but I was also sure there would be clues as to where he might be now. 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