http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jeremymuller The original writings of author Jeremy Muller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010898 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Finally, you managed to disconnect it, atriumphant, yet somewhat heartrending moment. Carefully you hold it in front ofyou, stretching your arms out to admire it in the light. Something so familiarnow seems alien. Over time, its been worn; aged, yet it still holds its beauty.The hintof s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171307/ I died yesterday for no apparent reason; just watching an episode of The Simpsons when a flash went off inmy head, followed by an intense white pain. I gasped, trying to sit up and Ispilled my cup of tea onto the floor. I fell to my knees, clutching my head. The last thing I heard was Ned Flan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171306/ The crimson cloud slowly drifted down-stream carried bythe gentle flow of the ice-cold water. Fully submerged he watched tiny fishdart frantically around his torso. His feet scattering the small stones on theriverbed as they searched for the soft sand below.Not quite two hour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171305/ I never would have thought one old woman could make so much noise. It’s enough to bring the roof down. Listen to her: she sounds like a pig. Grunting and snorting. A styful of pigs. A whole f*****g farmyard of pigs. A vast, seething, milling herd of fat, snorting, disgusting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171302/ “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” a little girl’s voice pleaded from the other side. “It’s been two weeks since my last confession.”Father Camillus heard the girl nervously kick against the confessional door; he sighed an old man’s sigh. Today w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171301/ Doyou know what I see when I look at the world? A big ball of S-H-I-T s**t! I’mconstantly appalled at the scum collectively passing for society that swarm andpropagate like fungal spores on a slab of rotting meat. And they stink evenworse. I watch them clamouring ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171114/ I’mfed up with the worldI’vejust spent my last bit of cashDrinkingwith my buddiesWhilemy wife and childLiesleepingDependingon my knackFormaking moneyIused to be so goodHell,I reached the topAndtoday, I know,IfI don&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171113/ Contamination. It's everywhere. In the food we eat, plastered over everything we touch, in the very air we breathe. It coats every micro-millimetre of our bodies, both outside and in. The only thing that makes this infection even remotely bearable is that, much more often than no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171112/ You make me so mad! I mean, what the f**k, man? Why do you have to be so condescending? Do you get a kick out of it?We grew up together; we were friends. We went on hikes, played in a band, respected each other. And now, just because you are my boss, you think its funny demeaning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171111/ I am not dead.I used to think of that as a goodthing. I remember, whenever I was having a bad day, or if I was just in a badmood, I used to close my eyes and remind myself that it could be worse. I usedto remind myself that I wasn’t dead.Back then I believed that deat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171108/ It's taken a while to get back here, behind the keyboard, on my blog, writing horror... life kept getting in the way. The apprehension of existence is subtle in the way it drives one towards the mundane in pursuit of unattainable completeness. Far too soon, years have sped by and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/2171107/ Shopoholic's nightmare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/283832/ They exist... quasimodo and otherwise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/283830/ Bigfoot in the city? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/283829/ A whole new look on Bram Stoker's creation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/283828/ A new look at creation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/283827/ The oldest entity of evil is born through the unintended incest of brother and sister http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jeremymuller/283824/