http://slow.writerscafe.org/witchestit The original writings of author witchestit en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776155693 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  FAIRYS LIVE IN MY GARDEN BUT THEY SLEEP BY THE LIGHT OF DAYTHEY PLAY IN THE DUSK OF EVENING FIREFLYS LIGHT THEIR WAYAT NIGHT THEY GATHER STARDUST AND DEW DROPS ALL A GLOWAND STRING THEM ALL TOGETHER TO MAKE THE MORNINGS FIRST RAINBOWTHEY WEAVE THE NIGHT WITH VELVET TO MAKE THE STARS .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/386237/  WAS IT A DANCE OR MAYBE A BALL I FIRST MET MY LOVE SHE LIT UP THE HALLI WAS BLIND DRUNK SHE WAS COLD SOBER WE FIRST GOT TOGETHER IN MID OCTOBERFOR TWO YEARS OR MORE WE COHABITATED THEN WE THEN BOOKED A VICAR TO BE LEGALY MATEDITS BEEN FORTY YEARS NOW SHE HAS BEEN MINE FORTY Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/386233/  GIVE UP HOOKERS YOU,LL CATCH A DIESEASEGIVE UP HOOKERS YOUR WIFE WILL NOT BE PLEASEDGIVE UP SMOKING IT CAUSES BAD HEALTHGIVE UP SMOKING YOU,LL NEVER HAVE WEALTHGIVE UP DRINKING AND MESSING AROUNDGIVE UP DRINKING YOU ONLY FALL DOWNGIVE UP GAMBLING AND HAVING A BETGIVE UP GAMBLING .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/386225/    tom,s about he,s out there eyeing for open drapes to do his spyingso if your drapes are open wide draw them quick and stay insidefor down the alley,s and garden,s creeping through the windows tom is peepingover your neighbour,s fence he,s leaping so he can watch you whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/362370/    the poser  see that chap over therein his armarni suit,standing there and poutinglooking oh so cutethe shirts he wears are silkhe wears a diamond tiepini can,t help wonderingwhat state his underwears in   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/362362/  a blinding flash a deafening blast burning on my skin,a creator full of smoke where a building once had been,flying glass and rubble rain,d down upon my head,a stranger took me by the hand to safety i was led,dazed shocked and bleeding covered all in red,carefully stepping over the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/361563/  i,ve been searching for something from in my past,something i had but it just did,nt last,it was precious and good it was all i needed,but i have it no more  my treasures receaded,i,ll keep on searching until it is found,then no more will i have to fumble around,last night i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/361560/ ----- oh ----- please tell me why you allowed ourunborn child to dieyou caused quite a fuss you caused a commotion just took yourself of and had an abortionto be a mother you would.nt be rushed so down the toilet our child was flushedit was your choice alone the womans option if it were .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/320194/ in the dead of night when i cannot sleep i recall thememories that ever i.ll keepthen drift into thoughts of long gone days ofdear old friends and their special wayshow we all grew up had affairs of the heart we allwent our ways and drifted apartall the  thoughts and memories t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/320190/ when i was young the sun always shone as a youthi was fit healthy and strongi played cricket football with the girls i dancedunknowing as the diesease inside me advancednow in my dark coffin i lie night and day and feelmy body as it rots awayno more will i walk in the cool night air or r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/320179/ twas my last night on thisearth the night i died of frighti perchanced upon a demon onthat cold ill fated nightit came upon me in the dark it filledme full of dreadeyes that shone with evil it.steeth dripping redit came from out the shaddowsi smelt it.s rancit breaththen in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/320169/ a rose is a thing of beauty its petals are sublimebut nothing can compare to the first girli called minewe met in a blaze of colour fire works filled theskyyou were so young and beautiful me i was awkwardand shywe met on the fith of november held hands by the bonfire bright we ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/319789/ naked came you to my bed endowed me of your charmeswhen sated lay contented wrapped in each othersarmesthose nights we.d lay together the world it was mybedyou gave me so much pleasure i followed where youledthose nights were many years ago when we wereyoung and freei didnt know th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/319788/ he.s old and shabby dirty andsmellybut he once had a home he oncehad a tellythe world has no time for this dirtyold vagrantwith his ravaged face and eyes thatare vacanthe once had a wife a job andambitionwho knows what brought on his presentconditionhe huddles in doorways to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/319783/ i.ll light a candle to you my dear at this specialtime of yearand send a blood red rose to the one i stillhold dearas i raise a glass of marry cheer to toastauld lang synemy mind will take me back to a time whenyou were mineeagerly with thumping heart ill pass throughthe veil of ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/319779/  late at night  when the moon is shinningcorpses from their graves startclimbingcold lifeless eyes and long boneyfingersdeaths so long lord how itlingerslong long years lying cold anddeadthey rise up seeking a warmerbedso close your windows bolt uptightincase .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/319775/  when i look into the mirror i dont like what i see i see a sad old man and imsure that he.s not mehis face is full of wrinkles grey hair and eyes so dimsurely that cant be me there surely im not him he.s old weak and feeble hislifes all but pastas a yough i never thought that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/319769/ wreaths and sheaths and boquets abound theres an old lady lying wrapped in a shroudfriends and neighbours are milling around while her husband is sitting alone in the croudshe.s on the last journey this world has to offer whoknows whats instore in the here everafterthe old man sits alone q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/319766/  with our lives streached out before us we had nofear of timewe were so young and carefree as we drank of lifessweet winebut time in its time steals everything it stole ouryough our zealstill the time that walks beside you keeps stepwith me as wellour hair its greying fast now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/319761/ theres a cardboard box in my closet that bares thedust of timeit holds all my childhood memories of the time when you were minea box of infinat memories a box of dreams and joymemories of you as a young girl me when i was aboyit holds all your old love letters i read them wheni am bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/319752/ dark mist filled night with cold winds screeching was that an owl or a woman screemingmenacing figures in dim shaddows learking i pray forthe hour that dawn will be breakingi was of and away i was homeward bound when astranger wrestled me to the groundis it my money or my life he,s after l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/318105/ when the sun shines down on my old town it shines ondog s**t that litters the groundit,s all over the pavement its its on the grass  their owners need a stiff kick up the  arsethey keep their gardens a neat flowerd plot then takethe dog outside to squatchildren that play in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/318091/ the marque they promised didnt come to pass so they stuck a tent outside on the grassthe millenium came the millenium went we spent thenight outside in a tentthere was food to the left of us food to the righttheir dog neath the table having a shightasthe guests got stuck into the fine repa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/318089/ chocolate is her downfall willpowers thats whatshe lackseating inbetween her meals and all those midnightsnacksshe wakes up from a night of slumber down to the fridge food to plundertwenty two stone built like a barge insides a slimgirl not a large    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/318082/ when i was young i was slim and athletic but now im old im rather fat and patheticwe,d go to the pub me and my friends drink ten pintsbefore the nights endbut now i cant stand at the bar to long most of the night i spend in the johnevery night i had sex but now its a chore my wife thinks my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/318075/  as your memory dies ill file it away so i can bring it back another dayi,ll bring it back to make my life brighter memoriesof you make my heart lighteryou vowed that you would love me for ever if youhadent changed we would still be to gethernow the armes that held you in youth are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/318067/  she,s hard and callas her morals are slackshe spends most of her time smoking crackshe,ll offer herself she,s quick to the pointshe,ll turn you a trick for the price of a jointif you take up her offer you,ll never be richand you may end up with an enbarassing itchwhen the truth hit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchestit/318063/