http://slow.writerscafe.org/Eldee The original writings of author Eldee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009777 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My rambling on dreams... on hope... on ideas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/507997/ Thoughts on selfishness, self-interest, and consumption of the thought of "self". No one is really selfless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/507994/ An exploration of what psychology has really done for humanity, and the realization that perhaps our own unhappiness is born from our suppression of our own minds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/507992/ A collection of topics that everyone thinks about, but few people delve into, written from the perspective of a blatant idealist, dreadfully opinionated, ridiculous, but mature seventeen year old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/507991/ A poem of war and "peace". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/420620/ We will continue on... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/420382/ A book of controversy and questioning that I may be prompted to write, written in a stream of consciousness... I think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/347492/ Once I might have wrote of change,the change of leaves and falling games.Things, in fact, have utterly switched,and now I write of what has mixed.November brought a great conflict,a man, I loved, was made elect,and some still swear it was a political trick,a joke that bled democratic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/347480/ Crisp, the river cooled the passion,inspired by a simple curse.The Lady of Shallot simply wished for worth.Deep within the weavings,of her whispered web,the Lady of Shallot saw earth’s eternal bled.Cursed to live beyond us,never to be among.The Lady of Shallot fell in love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/347476/ A play off Dante's inferno. I've been thinking of basing a story off of it. That man was brilliant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/347248/ 175 A.J. (After Judgment)Beijing, China    “Come on Raef! Don’t tell me you are tired!”    “N-n-not t-tired,” stuttered the slightly chubby boy behind me as he stumbled over the rocky mountain terrain.With a shrug I turned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/346694/ 100 Word Challenge, no repeats http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/346203/ Just 100 words of nothingness :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/340564/ The Pirate Queen, incapable of facing her own weaknesses, is one again leaving her court. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/330415/ In all honesty I will not lie-I cannot stop you from falling.Any words of advice would be pointless,And you probably know this.My footholds would break,My rope would snap,And Cement glue really doesn’t hold,Like it says on the wrapper.In the end you’d just keep sliding&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/330108/ There is a man among politicians who will help America sing a new song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/330106/ Towards the EARTH in all its glory,I bend my head to LISTEN poorly.And with the READING by the living-I write this BOOK for giving.All THINGS of knowledge waitWithin tattered PAGES of the human race.Still our EYES skim over quickly,And we’re left PEEKED before we’re ready.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/328983/ Chapter 7Realizations.    Across the world, morals away, the castle of Fonce loomed over salty grains of desert and waste. Its walls of black marble towered over the slave pens and the huts of the free men and women. Statues of the Gods and Goddesses of Darkness stood guard at t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/328894/ In a rude awakening, the monarchs of the free kingdoms and courts gather to argue over the fate of Decalage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/328892/ After arriving at the Court of Pirates, Reine calls a meeting of what could easily be called the most interesting people in her court. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/328891/ A dreaded feast to honor the Pirate Queen turns into a Nightmare for her and the Foncian Prince. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/328889/ She belonged to the Earth, that much was obvious. She stood in the frigid surf without stirring, painted into the harshness of the area- and even though she should have looked out of place in the chaos, she completed the picture. As each wave crashed it seemed not to pull on her form like the tides .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/328854/ This is no story. This is truth, a gathering of all that once was and all that will be. The 21st century is filled with pollution, corruption, and a loss of emotion. The Faerie Realm suffers as greatly as the mortal realm, and now a mortal must rise to sa http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/328853/ Woe! Woe! Sings the crow,Within his nest of twine.Thrice he calls to save his mind,Once he doth want mine. No! No! Do I reply,But not because I treadWithin a maze of sacred gazePainted with a dawning red. I merely fear the riddled birdWould fall from perch, to stony e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/328818/ What might be considered a prologue... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/328813/ One of those interesting nights from which I awoke in quite a frenzy, and then I wrote it all down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/328812/ An ill attempt at rhyming. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/292811/ Thoughts of change- and what exactly it is born of. Semi-riddlish, rubbish, etc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/292808/ A rant against parents living their children's lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/289503/ The world has fallen, a new order risen, and still the children continue to question. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/289500/ Following the destruction of the world by corrupted World Religions, a young woman must fight to restore hope and true belief to the shambles of what remains. She, along with her group of the Memors, will seek not only their own survival, but free will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/289497/ A short story that deals with the loss of passion, and realization that life and life-givers are the greatest bringers of creativity one can find. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/289496/ Lost languages, give ironyin the purest form.If only Romeo had a featherOr Macbeth had grown a spine.Place the feather on her lips,You'll see her living breath.Or the king would have foreseenmurder burnishes conscience clean.Further more, Antigonecould have simply waited fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/288658/ A product of procrastination http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/288656/ Half rant, half speech, and half rambling. Do with it what you will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/288655/ Ramblings of a sleep deprived maniac. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/288549/ The drabble (100 words) of a woman trying to figure out how to finish her poem of living in a shoe. Note, knowledge of the nursery rhyme is required for you to understand the randomness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/288544/ Dance, dance, and sing a song.Twirl your flower ‘neath the yawn.Whistle sweetly and stomp to beatThe warmth that fills the fiery heat.The warmth that I call happiness-It’s born of simple timeliness.Bring to call those memories,Of fishing, running, playing between,The ol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/288540/ The third chapter of Decalage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/288537/ The second chapter of Decalage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/288536/ Perhaps the idea of darkness is what instills the fear, rather then the affects of darkness itself... or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/288532/ A musing and a collection of my ever ranging thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eldee/288530/ Chapter OnePirates.Winter dawned on the horizon. 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