http://slow.writerscafe.org/TravelingWriter The original writings of author IngridClayre en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028354 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the new year... There will be love and warming embrace, And we will shine light in every dark place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1113864/ A poem of my favorite place in the world- home... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1112694/   I waited for what seemed hours until I heard voices slowly get louder. I sat up as Elias and Jared entered the little cottage. Elias held two long sticks with a little V shape on the top- both perfect for crutches. After Jared shut the door, Elias set the crutches against the wall and ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1109704/   The morning came too soon the next day. The night’s interruption had left me restless. I was exhausted and not ready to walk all day. I scarcely spoke until the dark fell around us and I told him goodnight. The day after that was when we started up the steep slope of Mt.Elesmere. W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1109700/   Food was gathered, firewood was scavenged, children looked after- I did a little bit of all. I helped where help seemed most needed. We all formed a two column line, drummers then the bodies on wooden planks, then the families of those who had died, the rest of the village, and then more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1109698/   Food was gathered, firewood was scavenged, children looked after- I did a little bit of all. I helped where help seemed most needed. We all formed a two column line, drummers then the bodies on wooden planks, then the families of those who had died, the rest of the village, and then more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1109695/   We traveled down the forest covered mountain in a day’s time- much quicker than traveling up. We reached the base and immediately went to our left. Tazmere said we were going through the Plains of Eternal Drought. Quite a daunting name yet Tazmere spoke of it casually.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1109690/ IV  We reached the forest surrounding the Ingle Mountain range in two days. It was  dark forest and eerie too. I didn’t like it one bit- mostly because I felt like I was being watched. I felt very small in the woods.... who knows what could be out there lurking in the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1109688/   The morning came too soon the next day. The night’s interruption had left me restless. I was exhausted and not ready to walk all day. I scarcely spoke until the dark fell around us and I told him goodnight. The day after that was when we started up the steep slope of Mt.Elesmere. W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1100704/   Food was gathered, firewood was scavenged, children looked after- I did a little bit of all. I helped where help seemed most needed. We all formed a two column line, drummers then the bodies on wooden planks, then the families of those who had died, the rest of the village, and then more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1100703/ A Cinderella Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1098389/ “Z’faih Yama,” Zienell said after he entered the house, all three of the elves were bowing so Jared and I followed their lead. I stood straight again to see a beautiful elven woman clad in clothing embroidered with lots of shapes and colors. She wore a crown that were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097859/   We traveled down the forest covered mountain in a day’s time- much quicker than traveling up. We reached the base and immediately went to our left. Tazmere said we were going through the Plains of Eternal Drought. Quite a daunting name yet Tazmere spoke of it casually.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097858/   We reached the forest surrounding the Ingle Mountain range in two days. It was  dark forest and eerie too. I didn’t like it one bit- mostly because I felt like I was being watched. I felt very small in the woods.... who knows what could be out there lurking in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097852/   An involuntary groan escaped my lips as I woke. I was on my stomach, in a bed. I quickly remembered what had happened as the terrible pain in my back and shoulder throbbed. I tried to get up but the pain was too much and a sweet voice on my right side told me not to move. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097850/   The previous night had few by. It was a blur in my mind now... the morning after. I’d taken off the dress at Yenaima’s house and changed back into my own clothes. I’d came back to Vancen’s house and collapsed in bed. Now it was morning. It was roughl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097848/   The next day I rushed out the door at 1:00 to be sure I wasn’t late for rehearsal. I walked across the drawbridge and into the ballroom where four women and three men stood waiting. “You must be Mariella Yadmann.” the man said, “Qarter. Mariel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097846/   I woke up that morning with the delicious smell of coffee drifting from downstairs. The sun barely peaked over the horizon at the early hour- but I was used to getting up this early. I looked over at Jared, who was stirring a bit. He stretched as if he were to wake up and I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097841/   Today, we caught sight of Thimes, the only city on our way to Lanbonia. We walked until we reached a bridge, at sunset, and made camp right outside the city. I collapsed into bed without another thought. I was exhausted. The morning after, Ms.Mattle announced that we’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097840/   I woke up late that morning- later than I’d intended. I woke up to the clanging of the breakfast bell. I can’t be late for another meal. So, I slipped on my skirt over my petticoat and threw my shawl around my shoulders to cover the fact I was wearing my night d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097839/   I woke up before the breakfast bell had gone off, hurried to dress myself and bind up my hair with a piece of twine. I took fathers clothes to Norman, one of the clowns. He was the same size as father and I thought he’d appreciate the new clothes. “For me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097837/   I pulled my shawl around me tight as the cold wind blew through the tent flap. I was staring into my fathers eyes... my dying fathers eyes. “Mariella...” His rasped, grasping my hand tightly, “Yes? What is it father?” I wiped tears from my cheeks.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097832/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TravelingWriter/1097798/