http://slow.writerscafe.org/snits The original writings of author Snits en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776339097 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Wound tight within soft bendsI glance over my shoulder.Observing behind the dark shadow I castMy arms follow your shape as you walk past.Sunk deep beneath my ridgesEmotion hides its face.Unravel my blanket in which I hideFeel my hollow heart inside.Sturdy, ready for your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/381482/ uh. I wrote this story in a day, and it's like the only story I've written and liked. Enjoy. Tell me what you think... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/334400/  I walk as a lonely shadowamong the hustle of the city street.Amidst the shoes and wheelsI sway.My dark outline follows the thousands of footsteps etched into the road.Leaving a story within its deep ridges,each step has a shoe, has a soul.My shadow leaves no remains, gliding ac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/323845/ I was there and you were there,finding our seats aboard the plane.You came to sit by mebut they said we would have the whole next flight.We both wait impatiently,a non-stop movement in our legs.I count down the seconds until the plane lands,glancing back every few to see if you are cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/322897/ Your warm body pulled close against mineI tremble in your grasp.Our hearts race and our bodies stiffen.As your eyes meet mine, my heartbeat slowsand I melt into every curve of your body.Your soft lips touch gently to mine.Our cheeks brush as I turn away,and I can't help but pull b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/322884/  A cold chair underneath my thighs, with my back pressed against its curves.I sink into the depths of the carpet.Its four metal legs are the only thing keeping my heart from melting onto the floor.        As I sit awkwardly, trying to hide the uncomfortab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/322878/ If I had but just a dream     then perhaps I'd be an astronaut,     or a cellist, or a rock.     I'd sail across the distant seas     and above me birds would flock.If I had just a single dream  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/322866/ We blame and discriminate, we hate.As one cherry we are sweet and delicious,but guzzle one too many and we are tart.As one nation, one tree,we have become the dark of this wood. The great cherry tree of the red, white, and bluedecides to come in and take.Is that all that we do?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282092/ I must persevere and make proud my mother, But my raspberry filling prevents me. My sweet is tart in this chocolate filled sea I’m mere berry and will be no other. Bitter chocolate unto me you smother Confine me to these tablet walls of he. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282085/ But must my heart fight so I can live too? Are not we all equal in this tablet. Must caramel hide within itself and let others deprive them of what is so true. I do not know what may be known to you, but as I hide in crevasses and set I only wish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282082/ I am a puzzle that just doesn’t fit. I am nuts in a slab of pure chocolate. So you hurt me for what is not my fate. I’m confined to the chair in which I sit. The wrapper that keeps me enclosed in it. And you, who doesn’t help release the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282081/ You discriminate and I am sweeter. You make me act of only what I am not. I’m a truffle or so I may be taught. I believe what I am but you counter. You outcast me in this tablet farther. I’m a truffle in this sweet melting pot, but ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282080/ As our souls guide us through this bland tablet. We still discriminate and hate, we separate. Just our colors and flavors mark our fate. Sweet butterscotch pushed to the side of it. Others judge our squares not the cherries pit. Look through our eyes, not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282077/ Dark, white? No, just chocolate. Just sweet. Few chocolate in a world smothered white. Dark is now milk, is it worth it to fight. Posing as others to make their lives full. White chocolate attacks like a raging bull. Walking the streets wondering of what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282076/ A Book of Sonnets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282075/ Words slicing your soul in halfRipping you from your pastEach memory you containIs simply washed away with painTrust and hope is no morePrecious wounds will remain forever soreAll we once hadNo longer makes me sadFor I am doneThe battle is won http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282071/ In a world full of stories and plotlines of manyThe words in this rhythm are no short of plentyWith a climax so great and an ending so strongEach sentence and phrase seems to flow like a songThe beat of each syllable and the note of each nounKeeps your mind forever dancing to an uplifting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282069/ Sun rays gleamingFor days on endClouds surely schemingFor a plan of revengeThe burst of lightFrom sun up to sun downBeaming so brightlyLike a yellow night gownThe rhythm if the bluesAre no where to be seenBut the lumunous sunIs way more than a dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282067/ Cold crisp weatherAnd frosty snowCreates a white blanketTo and froSnow on the treesAnd leaves dug deepWith a crunch, crunch, crunchUnder your feetCrystal clear snowAnd perfect balls of iceWith a wet touchThat feels so niceWinter is beautifulIn every waySo when it comesB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282064/ The sweet remedy of a bird from far offThe splash of the water to the cliffs of the roughThe strong eager wind always seeming to clutchWhat a smooth sense, feeling and touchThe jumble of mountains all in a gatherLike a bunch of smooth cloth put on a salverThe smell of the ocean never too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282062/ Right in the middle in IstanbulIs the quake of IzmitAs powerful as a rodeo bullTearing houses and trees to the groundTaking lives 'till all is soundShaking and rattling for all to seeLeaving no time for them to fleeNew buildings they may have gottenBut this quake shall not be forgott.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snits/282058/