http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheGhost The original writings of author The Ghost en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776107202 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Angel picked herself up from the floor. Her legs felt as if they never worked. She could see a red band around her ankles. She wobbled for a second before she could stand up straight. Her hand found the wall and leaned on it for a moment. The bathroom seemed so far away from wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheGhost/378639/ This is a story that i have been working on for some years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheGhost/378638/ I heard the Negro speak of riversFlowing through my soulLinking me to the pastWhen the song of the trainResonates from undergroundOh sing to me sweet mothers of the pastLead me to the NorthWhere my skin does not bruiseFrom the lashing of the windAnd with my love in handJump over .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheGhost/378634/