http://slow.writerscafe.org/ethanhubble The original writings of author Ethan Lang en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050787 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Zero: By the time Zero got back to the campsite, hecould hardly keep his eyes open. He was used to keeping himself up all night,but the encounter with the Krakath earlier had shaken him to the core. Wheneverhe used his powers, he was able to hide behind the surge of anger he always felt.But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1220921/ Grey:The air was hot and humid. Ethan Grey began to pour sweat as he picked the lock of the manor's cellar door. He hated Lousiana, but if there was anywhere he'd not be expected, it was New Orleans. He finally got the lock open and almost immediately he heard the groundskeeper coming around the cor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1210392/ Cassandra:     "That is so cute!" Lily exclaimed. Cassandra swatted her. They were out on the back deck, and she'd just finished giving Lily a detailed recounting of her talk with Zero.    "Shut up!" She hissed. Brianna was in the cabin, but the last thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1210390/ Zero:They set out the next day late in the morning, making the hour long drive to Cassandra's uncle's cabin. When they arrived, the place was empty. The cabin was fairly spacious, with a large living room, a fireplace, and stairs leading up to a second floor. Zero was roomed upstairs next to Cassand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1210388/ Cassandra: The scene was pitiful. Cassandra Thomas and Lily Harris sat, borderline comatose, in the back of the Maple Oven Diner. The two girl's had just finished their junior year of high school, and were far from ecstatic. Unlike their classmates, they had nowhere to retreat to for the summer, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1210385/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1210384/ Love is a burning thing. And it makes a fiery ring. Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of... Lawsuits, actually. With that out of the way, I'm glad to be putting out another installment in my Post-Midnight Manifesto. This evening, as the intro may or may not suggest, the topic is love. As.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1147047/ A bit of introspection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1008478/ This one is actually a serious subject addressed while trying to reconnect with a few people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1008477/ A brief look at a few incidents of batshit crazy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1008476/ A review of the musical soul-killing that is "Moulin Rouge" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1008473/ I'll cripple your a*s for this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1008471/ A brief analysis regarding the obstacles face by the two genders. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1008466/ This isn't so much a book as a collection of pieces. The thoughts and queries of a man without a goal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/1008464/ An owl sat up in the treeAnd called out "Who, who who".I, in my tone of flippancy,Simply answered: "You"."You sit there all night long," Said I"And always calling 'who'But it seems that you are quite alone,So all who hear is you.""Who are you? I called to the owl,Laughing at the bird.When from the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/973112/ It was a cold, dark, damp morningThat they came up that hill.With their rifles and bannersAnd their sights set to kill.They'd sent in our fellows,That knew not where we hailed.For a Paddy's life's a cheap one,Go to war or to jail.Our fellows, they fell,They had no wish to go on.Sent to enslave their.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/963037/ I knew a lass named Nancy, Who thought she was in love. He was tall and kind, And to her mind, A blessing from above.  He seemed the perfect gentleman, With sky blue eyes so bright, That every time they'd rest on her, Her heart was set alight.  They'd court and flirt,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/740053/ A song written by a young man as he crosses the country to see the woman he loves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/730329/ An account of a Greek soldier resisting the takeover of his land by the Roman Legion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/725861/ Don't ask, I couldn't tell ya. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/560436/ DISCLAIMER: This list is meant for entertainment. If you are morally offended... Ya know what? Deal with it. Stop whining. If you don't want to hear it, don't read it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/412180/ Bah, boredom is a powerful thing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/372001/ A rather dark poem I thought up one day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ethanhubble/362117/