http://slow.writerscafe.org/WinterSprig The original writings of author Cresent_Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776239961 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Death For Two,First DeathSuffering in the arms that held me once before,Bleeding in the mind that loved my very soul,Screaming until my lungs can't take no more,Is this how dieing feels?Hateful lust, I wish to see you torn,With every breath pass my breast I cursed the day you born,Ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WinterSprig/280362/  His hair was a bright blonde, slicked back and curled neatly at the bottom. His shirt a long sleeved baby blue tucked into a light pair of brown jeans. He seemed like an ideal father figure, well fit, clean and most of all rich by the looks of his black and gold wrist watch. The man's wife w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WinterSprig/279217/   There was a voice from beside him, soft and sweet, almost like a lullaby only without any singing involved. He wanted to hear the voice completely, but every now and then it'd stop as though answering questions and conversing with another. It made him slightly jealous that the voice .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WinterSprig/278268/ Danny Wilconce is 17 years old and living in a local orphanage. His parents had been killed in a three way car accident recently, leaving him to live life without a family. Basically dead inside he struggles to find himself a purpose in life, while doing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WinterSprig/278259/