http://slow.writerscafe.org/axilya The original writings of author Axilya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009830 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ...that nips at the hands and the lips. Her hands that captures magic fade, into the old wrinkled hands of Grandmother. Snow falls away from the clouds, frozen tears that melt when you catch them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/axilya/312457/ A rhyming poem about growing up! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/axilya/309632/ Freestyle poetry with visual of text. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/axilya/306319/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/axilya/306318/ A dream I had, about leaving this world behind and entering an old one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/axilya/306317/ In which a tryst is formed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/axilya/306314/ In which the song is sung. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/axilya/306313/ In the days of old, the Sidhe walked among mortal man. They had their mounds back then, where they danced and mere mortals would be snared at night......This tale however is that of true lovers twxist the daughter of man and a son of Sidhe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/axilya/306311/ What if it was all real once upon a time? And what would happen if it was all coming back? In fact, magick was going to tear apart this world and I am here to stop it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/axilya/306162/ I think the best way to begin, is to begin from the beginning.  No, no, not my birth.  My life before I knew about my other self is quite boring and I would bore you to death with it.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/axilya/306155/