http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dusky The original writings of author Dusky en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776076468 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Translations of what Gary is saying. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/310077/ Just a few short 4 line poems to get the creative juices flowing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/305872/ Writing to me is not just a polished piece, but any thoughts and feelings an author would care to pen. So here are my rambles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/300189/  The stars dance – they spin and glide and fly,And I lie,Beneath the stage of endless worlds,Hoping they won’t stop dreaming for me.The birds soar – oh how they steeply dive,And rise,And never know longing for open space,Free to go anywhere, why, who and how.To.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/281036/  Stars bleeding scarlet as they fall from the skies, Salt tears dripping down from your blue-silver eyes,Towers fall and break, and crumble and crack,Acid rain falls from clouds bruised and black,Here is the Earth, our once glorious home,And we’re the ones who destroyed it, huma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/281029/  Birth, the wonder of life is created,Innocence of the young yet to be tainted,Exploration filled with magic of the unknown,Discovery of the facts, which has long been postponed,Disappointment of the world and its cruel ways,But whipped up in Love’s steamy red days,Hate for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/281027/ Grrrr... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/281026/ You laugh because I'm different,You laugh because I'm strange,I smile because you're ignorant,I smile because you're the same.You whisper because I'm weird,You mutter that I'm a freak,I just smile and just know that,At least I'm not a sheep.You hate because you're jealous,You despi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/281024/ Inspired by the character Laenan Kite from Catherine Webb's books. Written about 3 years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/281023/              Those summer dayswhen it’s too hot to move,but the nag nagging has paid off,and a picnic is agreed upon.Smelling like suntan lotion (summer)A basket packed,Blankets bundled in - just like us,  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/281003/ THIS IS NOT THE END!!! I JUST HAVEN'T WRITTEN THE NEXT BIT YET!!! IT IS NOT A COMPLETE STORY! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/280999/  Chapter 4 – Blood on his handsI didn’t tell Molly what I’d seen. She knew something had upset me but diplomatically let the subject drop, figuring it was just my usual after work blues. When I got home, Keira pestered me one again about her hair, knowing full well I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/280998/  Chapter 3 – Hearing Aid I’m not sure what I hate more: Sundays or Mondays.You see, there are several problems with Sundays. The first is that the shops are never open. Yes, I know this is a religious thing but it’s damn annoying for us atheists. Secondly, you have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/280997/  Chapter 2 – A drink with a ScotsmanHave I ever mentioned that candyfloss and fairground rides don’t really mix? Well, they don’t.I collapsed on the sofa, feeling slightly nauseated. Keira threw herself down on one side, Molly on the other, and Joseph folded himself in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/280995/  Chapter 1 – The conscious of a Governmental MurdererHe was right. Attacks of the conscious were not good for forwarding your career. Especially if you were in my line of work. The pay was good, sure, and thanks to such a huge salary I could go home to my house in the upper-class su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/280994/  Prologue“Ah yes, Mr. Greener, please take a seat.”“Hey, doc. Right here?”“Yes please. Put your arms here, there we are, and your legs here.”“Like this?”“Yes, that’s just fine, thank you Mr. Greener. Now, we’re going .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/280992/ Sometimes we have to question what's right and what's wrong in this world, because what we're told might not always be the truth... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/280989/ Just something I scrawled one day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dusky/280578/