http://slow.writerscafe.org/edmandarnditt The original writings of author Rain Bo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017916 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Not a cry for help, not a cause of worry. I was just thinking, what would be the last thing I would want to tell everyone? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/778606/ “So, is he, like, the leader?” Iasked as we left the demo house.               “Who, Leo?”               “Yeah.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/746993/ Twentyminutes later, I heard the whistle, and headed to the front of the store tomeet Bruce. When I arrived, I saw we had two new members of our party.                “Who are they?”  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/746267/ As I crested the hill, I was greeted by the sound of quick,pounding footsteps.  Looking down, Icould see the source.  A girl, who didn’tlook a day over sixteen, was running from a horde.  I pulled out my gun and was about to startshooting when she pulled a sword from a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/746230/ My attempt at a rather cliche idea: the zombie invasion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/746226/ This is the true story of how I am the source of my dad's depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/643889/             When the Elemental Spirits first created the Earth, there was no sun; the Earth was dark and dismal, and lifeless. This bothered the spirits not at all, for they had created the Earth as a dwelling place for only them. The spirits li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/594305/ So this was a dream that I decided to transform into a short story. Honestly, I don't think it justice. It seemed so sad and profound at the time, and I really don't think that came across well enough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/586784/ I was writing, and then I saw a spider, and I did the whole catch-it-with-a-mason-jar-and-a-piece-of-paper, and I felt like a badass, and then I lost my inspiration, and the rest wasn't as good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/458925/ Planes descend to meet thier lands,One big heart in two big hands.Police are parked out on the street,Guns ablaze and bullets meetFlesh and muscle, skin and bone,We're all afraid to die alone.The devil's song will play aloud,A child's shoulders in a shroud.Mothers' tears fall to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/436079/ Inspired by Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless mind. If you've seen it, you'll get it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/388581/ This was my english homework; a faerie tale poem. It's a /really/ crappy poem, but I kind of like the ending. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/362011/ This is about a girl who died (how is open for interpretation). This girl was the center of her circle, and she brought people from different cliques together. From the point of view of one of her friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/357788/ This one isn't good, and I know it, but I still like it. It's about a person on a plane, on the way to see the person they love, who lives far, far away. Meanwhile, the person they're with is planning to break up with them. Black is from the plane. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/341055/ Three poems popped into my head yesterday. This is the only one that stuck. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/333933/ Today at school, someone pull the fire alarm four minutes before last bell. And this poem became of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/323197/ I figured this whole thing out in my uncle's truck, on the way back to our hotel, while my dad and uncle were making loud jokes, and my mom was trying to sleep, and it bugged the crap out of me until I recorded it in some fashion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/322569/ This is about a girl who does drugs and cuts herself. She got into these things because of her boyfriend/supplier, and now he hates himself for what she's become. This is from his point of view. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/316077/ I've been experimenting with freeverse, and this is onle of two free-verse poems I feel is worthy of being presented to the public. I'm still trying to figure out what colour the contrasting words should be. This is about a fetus that's being aborted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/305913/ Another vampire one. I was thinking about Interview With A Vampire when I wrote it. It's loosely based on a scene from Interview With a Vampire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/279162/ This is based on a dream I keep having about a girl killing her parents. Over and over. I kind of hate that dream, so, I thought maybe this would make it stop. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/277943/  A man walks through door,Grabs a drink.Drunk, and drinking more. The man joins us at the table,But just before he takes his seat,He hits my mama.She curls over in defeat. We eat silently,Clean up the same way. Later that night, I lie in my bed.A man sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/269681/ This is my attempt at free verse. I had been reading Ellen Hopkins, and was feeling inspired. From the point of view of someone who cuts his/her self. And (as you may or may not gather from the information given) his/her family finds out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/269331/ This is about a vampire living in Las Vegas. Why Las Vegas? I really don't know, it just seemed the right place for this deeply depressed vampire. The vampire is quite unhappy with the fact that he/she is killing people to survive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/269323/ I wrote this when I was in fifth grade. It's not great, but it's always been my favourite of my poems. It's from the point of view of someone on their death bed, in the hospital, waiting for the one they love to arrive, and say their goodbyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/269314/ I wrote this sestina a few months ago for an English assignment. It's not very good, but I'm very attached to it. It's set during the Holocaust, from the point of view of someone in hiding. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edmandarnditt/269309/