http://slow.writerscafe.org/meganwheeler The original writings of author meganwheeler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776099273 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Theodoor The memories of the past voyage swell within Theodoor, and finding no escape they resort to dissipating in his mind until they may re-emerge again, upon their own convenience. The curious yet warning eyes of the spaniel at his feet lightly press on him, accompanied with the innkeeper's circ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1667870/ these are short chapter-novella types http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1658920/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1658919/ Reaching below, she grabs me. Shocked, I stumble back so that she has me pinned against that pine green cum-stained wall. She came out of nowhere, this beautiful woman, who I have so long lusted after. Her right hand begins to stroke and caress my stomach, all while she is staring at my white .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1377527/ this is the end of the second to last chapter, right before Conchello Ending. I apologize for writing this all out of order http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1375318/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1374916/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1374914/ This is an excerpt from the last chapter of conchello, I apologize for the foul language but it will make more sense if you were to read the whole book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1374902/ meganwheelerfiction.blogspot.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1374507/ Mermaid Apocolypse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1149610/ When you first came in,I saw that cocker face. The long, drooping nose withThose deep brown eyes. Your golden coat longer than I've ever seen,Great bear-looking paws with your not so great spine. Shaking, weak. The thinnest I have seen.Your coat, your protection. Thickly covers t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1136800/ Thank YouI lay in a gurney, you by my side.Your thick blond hair, those ocean view eyes.Your military build, that paramedic uniform.Looking sharp and honest,You sat by my side. You did not judge me, not out loud.You tried to comfort me;Saying it'll all be ok... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1135036/ Attracted. Deprived.All Around Me. Yearning. Pleading. Sickly, Ghastly Being I Am.No One Sees Me, No One Knows.One Pretends.One Attempts And One Succeeds. Beautiful Hair, Strong Jawline, Amazingly Toned Shoulders.Always Taken, Never Looking. Alone I Sit, In This Hazard Cell.Alone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1133361/ Yes Officer, my dog is trained.No Officer, she does not bite.  Yes Officer, she is good.No Officer, she is eight. Yes Officer, I run her off leash.No Officer, she does not leave me. Yes Officer, he approached us.No Officer, she does not have rabies. Yes Officer, I am straight.No .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1133356/    Sitting. Alone. Comforted by silence. Still, nimble world offorest I sit. Nothing. Leaves accumulate on the narrowpath below. Leaves dwindling down from the trees. The risk of exposer ever onmy mind. My hand finds across my shoulder. Pulling it out, feeling the co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1113622/ One does not simply come to be. Circumstances, experiences form who we are. People we meet, people we leave. Where we stay, with whom we stay. These are the things that come to be. Me? I sit here, in a tree, looking to see who comes to me. Up here, down there, there is no difference where we ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1113612/ This is my story, the story I am meant to tell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1113597/ in awe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meganwheeler/1113594/