http://slow.writerscafe.org/PJ-Mack The original writings of author Paul McCall en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102921 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just my own personal thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/2143560/ How I feel about the end of the road. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/2142168/ Before you all get uppity on me, this is just my opinion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/2139579/ Answering some questions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/2137155/ Just a clip based on my past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/2107451/ Just a thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/2107272/ This is a short story I'm working on that came to me in a dream I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/2105316/ A man goes to visit his sick wife in the hospital. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/2034689/ Essay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/2015739/ John Flannery inherits his fathers estate and travels to the Americas in New York to take control of his fathers property and holdings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1917900/ A dream I wrote down I thought was interesting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1816534/ Just a small incident that stuck with me all these years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1611653/ This is a story, I'm developing for an eventual Novel. Hope you like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1598262/ Inspired by a dream I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1589506/ This is the result of a dream I had last night. This is first draft raw meat, but I feel the potential for further development. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1565044/ A short story about a man who deserved a few more years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1509872/ Just something I sometimes think about http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1458134/ The fallowing Sunday was a bright, sunny daywith occasional popcorn clouds in a blue sky. Paul hopped into his aged 1992blue Dodge Grand Caravan, he had removed all the seats so he could use it likecovered pickup truck. He drove to Mrs. Hendricks’s realty office arrivingpromptly at 1:0.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1449322/ Paul Hollander's recent fifty-fifth birthday was more of an alarm than celebration. Although he had managed a fair living as a writer, never did he experience the success he had anticipated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1449216/ Paul Hollander's recent fifty-fifth birthday was more of an alarm than celebration. Although he had managed a fair living as a writer, never did he experience the success he had anticipated. Now, nine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1449214/ My trip home after serving in Viet Nam http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1163569/ My great aunt, Lulie McCall, Jordan, wrote this story Saturday, February 27, 1935, . She was terminally ill and wanted to leave her daughter, Ruth Jordan a part of her life she had neglected to share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1159332/ Sometimes I like to keep it blunt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1153320/ This is how I learned to overcome. I hope this will be helpful to other victims? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1128486/ I think this describes itself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1127263/ Just one of my lessons in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1121133/ Hazel Hollander was my grandmother. She loved to write poetry and would publish her poems in the local new paper “The Framingham News” in Massachusetts. Little Waif is one of her works. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1120227/ This story is true, though in today’s drive up window world it may be hard to believe that people like the one’s in this story really existed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1098059/ I WISHED YOU WELLPaul J. McCall  I saw you tonight, when I came to your ward, you lookedyounger you had your hair done; it was parted on the right side, long andstraight to your shoulders. Your face looked so beautiful, your complexionso smooth and fresh. You had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1083912/ THE ALARMByPaul McCall Two forty five past midnight, a light sleeper, Paul is awakened by the distant, and increasingly stronger, rushing sound of the late night freight train. Just as the rumbling of the train reaches its loudest, it rudely interrupts the slumbering popu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1080733/ Jim is my brother and this story actually happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PJ-Mack/1078019/