http://slow.writerscafe.org/dkeane16 The original writings of author Deirdre en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022473 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Descriptions are lame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/457217/  She died.She died like winter passesWith the electric crackle ofDry air and bleeding chapped lipsThat never healHe had died long agoHe passed like a stream in summerCool, and welcome.She was broken hipsAnd sagging shouldersThe taste of apple,Forever bitter on her lips.M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/449242/  I want him to scratch away at my surfaceTear me away until there is nothing left to bleedI want my bones to break apartAnd all of my secrets and all of my liesTo stain the floor.I want him to see the truth of meThe blood curdling screams ofA life that I have keptMuffled and hid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/449239/  Please God, make me a stone.So that I can feel the water wash over meAnd so that I can become part of the stream,Instead of an island begging to drown.Erase my skin from my bonesSo that I can more easily blend with the foamOf a thousand undying dreamsThat sprang from a lake I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/449237/ Another story from my creative writing class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/371935/ Sup? Wrote this in my creative writing class a year ago and only realized it wasn't half bad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/371930/  He is a boy. He believes in love and all things quixotic. He played in the streets. Where else was he to go? He'd make up games for himself. Sometimes he just sat and watched. He watched people. The people on the street, the people in the upstairs apartments, the shopkeepers, any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/335646/   The man broke away from the crowd, stumbling into the middle of the street. He gave one last look at the mass of people on the sidewalk, and a glance at the coffin being hoisted up the street by six men before turning around and going in the opposi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/335645/ And I shake With the sinking Suspicion that I’m not getting Better, because these Shakes and quakes Burn with a chilling Feeling that leaves My bones cold .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/335642/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/335641/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/335634/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/335633/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeane16/335632/