http://slow.writerscafe.org/dsheff1995 The original writings of author Philosophers' Dreaming en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053374 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I feel overwhelmed in day to day life. It’s exhausting with the circumstances with such we have to live with in a “free” country. I fear the police, I fear the laws that are really just threats of violence and the police meant to protect and serve are an occupying army. The discrim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dsheff1995/2943959/ Ennamonia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dsheff1995/2893231/ "A rose by any other name would still smell just as sweet..." She takes a slice, maybe two. Precious crimson petals fall into the water as she tells herself "I am alive." The pain is a reminder she is still breathing. Reminding her what its like to feel something. Living is just too much she says..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dsheff1995/1893675/ A simple love story that takes place when men were still Gentlemen and a woman was still a Lady. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dsheff1995/1743321/ Jasmine's father has always been alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dsheff1995/1508655/ So there he was. All alone and broken, the war was over. The side of justice had prevailed over evil... He looked around where he stood on the battlefield, seeing the corpses of his fallen brothers and sisters strewn across the blood soaked ground. The *kites started to gather and began feasting on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dsheff1995/1492928/  Just as the sands fall slowly off of the desert dunes, ever shifting in their movements so do the ever present thoughts of my mind... 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