http://slow.writerscafe.org/fictionwriter_st The original writings of author Flame DM en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974469 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 1          It dawned on me that he might take after his father after all. And maybe, just maybe, we actually stood a chance at coming out of this thing with a few scratches instead of a casualty count. Whatever chance we had, it was obvious that we&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fictionwriter_st/497028/ Why is it that you can tell the difference between a male novelist and a female one? Why is it so obvious? I would LIKE to blame men for this obvious stand out but I can't. Men aren't the reason that it's painfully clear that women writers and male writers are completely different. Men, as I've read.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fictionwriter_st/488514/ College life is....odd? Or atleast, for me it is. Or it has been. If anyone knows me, and some people do. They know I'm an Irish Catholic. 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Or a rough patch that COULD be in the story as it unfolds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fictionwriter_st/337868/ I'm not that great at poetry and I wrote this in an attempt to see if I could write a poem. So it's nothing special but thought I'd post it here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fictionwriter_st/337258/ “Louie found me shortly after. He helped me get to the barn when the sun came and that’s it. That’s the story, are you happy now?” She asked with agitation in her voice.          He still had his broken cap in between his teeth c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fictionwriter_st/279106/ 1          “I want you to do it, Stell,” he said grabbing a hold of my shoulder and lightly shaking me.           I slowly opened my eyes, making a grunting sound as his big green eyes just star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fictionwriter_st/279104/ “You’re just as silent as Louie was!” she yelled. 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