http://slow.writerscafe.org/KateRuta524 The original writings of author Kate Ruta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041364 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 By the SeaThe White Cliffs with the green Irish tops,the sandy beach that goes for miles.The pale sky, the frigid windblows along the sea shore.The bluish-grey water sweepsup towards the beach to then slowly drift back to the fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1417415/ Short story based off of another short story I read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1416473/ Another story for my class. It was an activity to write an iceberg story. No real title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1416471/ A short story we had to write for our fiction class about a brilliant mistake. I could probably add more to the story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1416470/ It is supposed to be a facade story for my fiction class again not that good and probably not a facade story. Sorry there no real title for it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1416468/ this is supposed to be a specimen type style story. It is not really good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1416464/ A story for my fiction class I am taking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1416463/ A Poem for class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1416462/ Child of WarIt would never happen again. Thoseare the words we here after each and every brutal war after each genocide. Weare told over and over that it will not happen again but sadly it does happen.In every war fought there is a story that each person has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1159625/ He sits in the back of the room.Quiet in class like the quietness of the night.He is loud and mean outsideI see that he suffers.He suffers from anger and much more. Many do not know what.I want to know what. I care to see him hap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1143856/  The beautiful night was icyI did not mind.Dreary and dismissedBy the magnificence of the shadowy unprotected skyLight of love from the moon upon my face.To be touched by the warmth like a mother’s first touch.Heavenly bells ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1132425/ My home, my land of beauty.The songs and dance you have created. The past of light and darkness. You have managed to shine,Maybe not to the world,But to me you have shined.  The hundreds of years you have been around.Different name.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1131008/ Which way to go?Should I go to the left?Or the right?I do not know,Where it will take me.I do not know,How long it will take me.Who will I meet on the way?I might not even meet someone,On the way. To where I am going,I do not kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1130991/ Is it doubt or a childhood memoryEaster Bunny comes hopping along to hide those colored eggs.The excitement of the hunt for those eggs.Tooth Fairy comes to give you a coinFor that tooth you looseSanta Clause comes in a sled and reindeers To g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1129436/ The love you once lovedno longer felt the love you want besides of hope love is no hope from who we areto who we becomedesgin a life will not be onehopeing of love will not be lovedlive laugh love are the ways oflifegreed will not o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128523/ America, the great beautifulnation;Never once las let us downThe pride and joy of all;Dreams are all for allThe eagels soars with all itsmight;Represents freedomAmerica has all the right;America, the justice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128521/ Growth of womanhoodand manhoodmeans change.Both the same; but both aredifferent.But yet both want the same, wantingsomeone special in their life.The glory of manhood and womanhoodis you’re no longer a child.A child is like baby corn startin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128518/ Oh sweet, oh strongOh great, oh badThe best of manThe worst of childThe strength of your breath of your gentalvoiceThe addiction of you is addictionto meWhy, Why drive me Drive me to the grave http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128517/ Ode, Ode, OdesI don't have an odeDo you have and odeBecause I don'tGood bye Joe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128514/ The stubborn breeze that travels throughout time.The snow of the divine white flakes that fall to the ground.The moist flakes that hit the ground,The peace of the flakes that come down,  The peace of the moon glissing in the dark.To stay here an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128513/  The stubborn breeze that travels throughout time.The snow of the divine white flakes that fall to the ground.The moist flakes that hit the ground,The peace of the flakes that come down, The peace of the moon glissing in the dark.To stay here an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128506/ When mytwin sons, Shepherd and Beau, tooksoccer lessons for the first time. Theywere so excited Theyslept in their uniforms " apurple T-shirt with a yellow star kicking the ball with one of its points " thenight before their first pract.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128504/ He didn't know which door or opening in the house to jump at, to get through, one was an opening that wasn't a door the other was a wall that wasn't anopening. He caught a glimpse of his eyesstaring into his eyes, In them was the exp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128502/ Roses are red.Violets are blue.I hate you.So go somewhere else.This day sucks to the moon and back.The sight of you makes me cries.So please buzz off.This day is dumbWhy should you treat me different on this day?You should treat me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128498/ Thenight was icy but I didn’t mind.We feltdreary and dismal inThe darknessof the night. To hearthe mellow wedding bells.  Thebells in the icy distance.On arainy night, offers me a fiery spark That wecan hold togethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1128496/ A swingmoves slowly,Backand forth in the wind. No onewas sitting there. Theplayground was empty. The sunwas setting, Slowlyin the background.            A childno more than th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1120469/ Dream, a DreamDreams to lastBecomes over castVoices CryDreams are lost Thoughts to be dreamedTo never be dreamed Never Again No MoreNo MoreEagle will soarThunder will roar No more No moreNo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1117644/ The silver Frame that holds the Tower.Memory of the greatest time, as I looked inside.The only place to see this Tower beside inside the Frame Is in a place like no other.To look inside the Frame the beautiful memories, Smiles and laughter while stan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KateRuta524/1117506/