http://slow.writerscafe.org/DICree The original writings of author Dylan I. Cree en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012991 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sisters of Liberty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/779471/ a definition not related to vampires http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/578019/ A poem about what was a city http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/490095/ An middle aged woman, a sixteen year old body. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/486061/ Waiting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/475940/ 'Well ya know we all want to chnage the world' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/475787/ Alive again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/470647/ A restless soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/470633/ Another childhood memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/466453/ A short story of my childhood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/466440/ I reminisce. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/466439/ Shooting stars in midday sunsThat flared and then were goneSimply dying outAnd moving onTo other places where timeStops for no man nor mouseAnd where sands fly byIn hourglasses that chimeLooking out into the endless voidWanting to feel whole and newNever understanding whyThey c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/466428/ A poem of Dawn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/466427/ This is what my dad says http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/466317/ Just another person in the crowdI'm unnoticed, blankNameless passers byLike a white sheet of parchmentUnwritten, unspoken forThere can be noting there untilSomeone sees that there is moreThan a faceless dummyNot just a mannequinBut a real personFull of thoughts and feelingsAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/466295/ A man is free from his cell but finds evil lerking just around the corner. Will he ever escape his prison or be trapped forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/464920/ Years, weeks, days, time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/464873/ It is a story about the son of Central Cities Hero, Barry Allen aka The Flash. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/464577/ I love him and yet I get so mad at him but he's my brother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/463924/ I exist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/463922/ How I see Me (Kind of sort of maybe a little bit) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/463921/ Poem for Two Face Contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/463918/ Hunting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/463221/ I write with an ink pen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/462675/ Butterflies with no eyesWings that move withFluid motion of airAnd water, smokeRising from the grassA mist of dew thatStayed behind from the Night before when cloudsCame down in nightsPast when midnightWhile I'm dreamingSleeping imaginativePictures of worldsUnknown to anywa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/462668/ Moving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/462667/ A poem about the heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/462662/ Short story about me when I was 5 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/461608/ My cons and old jeans I stole from you with holes at the knees. A plain tee with nothing is all me and sitting on the grass reading a book at the park seems better than going to that one party with that guy I don't even like.Being with you for the short time I was, is better than the time I was wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/461567/ I don't know how to describe this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/459400/ Green http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/459397/ Duh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/459395/ Guess http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/459394/ That night is young and will end soon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/383176/ An Interview with two lovebirds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/383173/ It's Clue, like the board game and movie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/383170/ I sing to music in my head. I've always got a beat going. I wear clothes with loose threads. I'm always moving.I write things that don't make sense. It doesn't really matter.My hair is usually a mess. I wear hat because it's easier.I am extraordinary. I am not extra ordinary. I dance o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/383167/ Why is it that ignorant people think poems have to rhyme?Is it because they read too much Alice in WonderlandWhere the cats talk like in Coraline And people go through looking glasses or cupboard doorsWalking through wallsHave people never heard of the sonnetOr is it all just rhyme schem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/383165/ why all this f*****g hassle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/379449/ Listening http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/375404/ Here we go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/369636/ a play on words, I'm awesome and muhahahahahahahahaha!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/369635/ That boy is so odd. People usually stay away from me.Well, you do give off that vibe.You know, I hate you.No you don't, how can you hate yourself?A plethora of people do.You know, you don't have to use big words in your own head.It's good practice. Anyway, I wonder what's up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/369634/ yeah there is no discription http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/369633/ Aunt Fey crumbles under the continual pressure of The Gang. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/369632/ The unusual suspect of the down fall of Sunny Dale Street. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/369631/ Poor Fuzzy Wuzzy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/365008/ Meet Bob. Bob tried to steal my cookie. Ha ha Bob. Ha ha. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/345713/ Life after death or worse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/342807/ the chase http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DICree/340672/