http://slow.writerscafe.org/QuietCreation The original writings of author Nicholas Enloe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054729 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My house is full of pets in each corner,under the stove,behind the fridge,around the water heater.Little grey bunnies made of dust,so furry and made of me and you,of cats and dogs and my wooly vest.Do I dare pet them?Set out a water dish for food?Watch them grow a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2885543/ Smiling in the street while it thunders,today is the day I let my mind go,I turn my cap inside out,climb up the trees to look below.Fill my pants with leaves and bark,my heart fills up with love,on my arms some feathers grow,and become a mourning dove,To coo in ways b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2885541/ walking the tightrope along the bridge,highbeams shine from passing cars,she shines brighter,giving the Earth a dim glow,one step follows another,never knowing if the other end will be reached,the city below slumbers,unawares of the show that may go on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2885539/ leaves withered and grew as the old man sat,in his wooden rocking chair gently swaying,waiting for the day to come,people come to chat and sit,while he spoke of a better day to come,and the day came and felt no better or worse,he rocked and pondered and puffed a pipe,miss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2885538/ standing at windows the day speeds by,people scurry as ants or inside metal monsters,always coming to and away,business of great importance,hastening deeds so that more deeds may be done,and more quickly.Neon signs and gas to pump,gazing from above,seemingly moments,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2885537/ where are the old wanderers,whatever happened to Steve>a different holy book in hand every week,the wise man of the thrift store.“we just aren’t made for these times.”you’ve either found the Way,or the Way has found you,though God was in no drug,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2885536/ walking down cracked sidewalks,kicking rocks and acorns further ahead,hoping for a sound of birds,but chirps of squirrels abound.yesterday blinded my eyes,today the clouds bring dusk at noon,and leaves are grayer than years past.looking for someone to wave at,to greet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2885535/ Fun Houselooking both ways down an infinite hall,looking back at myself endlessly,I turned right and followed for ages,until I realized I was always going left,How do I turn to where I meant,will I go east when I meant to turn west?Which me in the hallway is looking back,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2885534/ day and night it haunts me so,yesterday you were bovine,swine,or rodent,now gelatin surrounds you,confined in tin,fresh by chemical and sodium,now resting in the cabinet,until I peel you open today,or in two years?no matter the day,you are just as beautifulas the day I bought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2881720/ nurses come to top off my cup,the coffee and poison minglein the air and on my tongue,she draws the curtain,moans next door persist,snow falls outside the window,the ground pure white,trees naked and swaying,like the grass beneath,the people huddled inside,waiting for crackers an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2881646/ the diners are silent,and close before dusk,solitary kettles boil,in quiet homes glowing in the night,and unringing phones.how are you today?is all we ever say,and one day we’ll all get together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2881645/ The church bells tollled morning bright as the Devil released his bowels,Piles of mail released in happiness dark and playful howls,A man dismounted his carriage and pulled the satchel to his back,While quivering eyes behind window shades watched his moves to track,“He’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2767866/ The furry band of thieves crawl in the night,wielding Zorro masks and sly grins,soundless in single file,under fences and through prickly bushes,the little ones straggling in back,they come upon their spoils,ripe and red for the taking,juices flow down their chins,a light has flooded.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2005968/ Song that posts fun at some of the small disappointments of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/2005965/ watching semi-nightly from the banister above,I'd catch the old man sitting,rustling his newspapers and drinking cups of joe,sipped on black and steaming hot,with eyes of deer, determined and disinterested.without as much a hint to a smile or a frown,his long night shift seemed endless a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/1964822/ On thepavement it lies,a fragilehalf,two bites andmangled,Rainbow ofvegetation,sliced meatand sauces,Antsgoose-step unbearably close,searching forparadise,Sun hasturned the mayo,onion hasleapt off in protest,ambig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/1716180/ Nancy held her twelve year old daughter Katy closely as they sang "Silent Night" to a smiling elderly couple. Just hours before they had been arguing about this. Katy wanted to stay home and watch Frosty the Snowman on television. They owned the DVD, but she had argued it wasn't the same as watching.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/1469791/ A story of Larry Merle, an ultra capable man on his first day as a free agent after being given the opportunity to leave his job of eleven years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/1325357/ Chris stood next to a toy claw machine as a small girl tried to capture aSpongebob stuffed animal. He watched as she tried again and again,the claws always loosening just as it looked ready to capture it. Hesuddenly felt angry eyes watching him. Her dad scowled and crossedhis a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/1303839/ A very short story about Zola, who alienates and annoys everyone she comes into contact with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/1190339/ Short story about Lorne, who works an overnight shift in a hotel lobby and the people he meets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/1145236/ A story about a guy named Flint and his inspiration from a homeless man he finds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietCreation/1113818/