http://slow.writerscafe.org/EclipseDC The original writings of author Alex Avery en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013070 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Upon hearing her breathing stop, I shudder, then leave to explore further into the great cavern I had stumbled into. Deeper still, I happened to find another great opening in it, this one beholding horrors that scarcely be imagined. The whole top of the large room was swathed in great jets of flame,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EclipseDC/1311522/ "Man, that was a little bit creepy," I say to myself, looking around nervously. Laughing quietly to myself, I started to walk back towards the crack in the earth. I began to feel a pair of hands on my back, but it wasn't until I was staring deep into the heart of the abyss did it hit me what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EclipseDC/1311518/ Part 6 After the vision, a name kept tugging at my attention; "Blasted Heath". It lingered, so I decided to devote some time to the research of it. The name "blasted heath" itself seemed very odd and theatrical, and I had wondered how it had come to my attention. Upon further research, I found .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EclipseDC/1171044/ Part 5  The rest of the day passed in a blur, from Alice packing, to getting onto the train, and finally getting off in a suburb of New York City. Getting off the train, we looked at each other, and could do nothing but smile at each other.But once the euphoria of the trip faded, the cold reali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EclipseDC/1169295/ Part 4The morning finally arrives, and I awake to Alice pushing me off the bed, and falling to the floor. "Ow! Thanks, Alice," I say sarcastically. "You're welcome. It's almost 12:00 noon." She says sweetly. I look at her and groan, getting up and stretching, I pull on a shirt and walk down the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EclipseDC/1168728/ Part 3 My nightmare always starts with me, standing at the edge of a massive fissure in the Earth. Looking down into it, I can almost hear Something whispering up to me seductively, touching on my sense of pride and honor, trying to pull me into the depths. I resist, and this time, something's diffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EclipseDC/1167618/ Part 2We arrive at Alice's house, venturing inside. She motions me to the table in the living room, and we sit down. Her house had to have been the best cared-for house in the entire hamlet. On outside examination, without seeing the houses hedging it into the nook that it was built upon, it seems t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EclipseDC/1167558/ Part 1Death has been a morbid fascination for mankind, even before we could communicate effectively. For some, it has become a subject of worship, Cults have been formed, thrived, and even become accepted, on the subject on Death, and its study. Even the major "Life" religions have a fixation on Dea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EclipseDC/1167556/ A trial Horror story, written in the feel of H. P. Lovecraft. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EclipseDC/1165478/ Tragic, is the life upon me,for love is fleeing from my heart,it isn't right, for me to leave thee,to leave me, crying in the dark.Because, it kills me to see,you leave me once again,and yet you are hurt by he,and still you stay in vain.For it is I, who loves you true,not h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EclipseDC/1123880/