http://slow.writerscafe.org/salem678 The original writings of author Broken Reality en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009836 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There was a deer that laid to restuponthe ground, in a silhouette. His treestood high, old and mighty, in the forestlong forgotten by simple men. Leaves spreadmoving in the wind, a fan of deep greencreates his shade. High in the sky the cloudsstood still in shapes like daffodils, his a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/salem678/2109066/ I do not sit in a pewlistening to one person speakfrom another man’s words.My church stands in the forestwindowed by red maple treesdoing good and harming none.I do not contain my faithin four walls gloriously stainedor a book of 1200 pages.My book is one I createfilled with endless knowledgeo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/salem678/2109064/ text: “are you awake?”read: do you still think about mewhen you lie awake in your bed?read: why don’t you whispersweet nothings in my ear anymore?read: I still love you,but I can’t be with you.read: please don’t respond,I’m scared of what I will say.He responds: &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/salem678/2109063/ Passion overflowing,like oil spilling into the ocean.Uncontrollable desireto hold an umbrella in a thunderstorm.Thickening flame,a third degree burn on pale flesh.Fireworks exploding,like landmines under feet.Sweet butterflies,or angry bees swarming.For better or for worse,your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/salem678/2109062/ The night had beenslow, and the bartender was the only one left. She was finishing up the disheswhen she heard the door creak open. An old man walked in, his head low in despair.The kitchen was already closed, the staff left long ago, yet the bartender knewthis man was not looking for food. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/salem678/2048657/                 Isaw her sitting under the willow tree where the leaves split and the lake couldbe seen. I walked up to her, almost instinctively, wondering if she was okay. WhenI reached the tree, I hesitated. The vi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/salem678/1502305/