http://slow.writerscafe.org/Serithaen The original writings of author [Mackenzie] en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776173075 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15             It hadn’tbeen long since their skin had blistered, since their wounds had festered andpoisoned their blood, since their flesh had rotted away to the stark white ofbone. It hadn’t been long since they first c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/580881/             It’samazing how quickly the silence can settle over a battlefield.            One minutethere’s gunfire blasting from every direction, shells dropping.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/571275/ Come on, he pleaded, come on. Behind us,the screams of the dead and dying rang out across the plateau, the smell ofgunpowder lingering beneath an unforgiving red sun. He promised me that hewouldn’t get hit, promised me on his soua. I asked him, hadn’t he alreadypromised s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/569812/ zombies wandering the valleys aloneno rest for the heartless in this cold lifelights are off, nobody's homehold your breath and take the dive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/567608/ You told me to forget you.But I;I can't forgetThe whisper of your breathon frozen lips;The sweet scent of your sorrowas your tearsburnmy skin.We are oneOne and the sameAnd your kindness mendsMy broken heart.I can't forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/567542/ Just a little something I wrote for school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/567540/ Living a life of anarchyWith our insanityBreaking the bonds of normality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/561801/ Blood pouring from broken bodiesTrampled under our feetAs we march on.Rifles resting on proud shouldersLifted; Aimed;Fired.Another bright spark falls in our wakeAs we march onInto the iron grip of war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/552139/ ContemptWith each passing glanceOn the fallen peasant soldiersShrunken bundles in the bleeding streets.CorruptionA broken, useless governmentAnd a puppet king hiding in an imaginary castleWhile his kingdom burns to the ground.CatastropheMarching ranks flow through the cityLike plague-rats, an endles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/551947/ Rain pouring from the heavens lights the sky a sickly grayand we break with each poison dropas the deadly bliss sinks into our paper skin.The brilliance of Berlin blinds usas we disappear into the darknessleaving civility behind.Deafened by the carnage on the city battlefieldwe use the shadows as a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/551939/ he watchesjust a flicker in the shadowshe seesall your secrets, all your sins, CAN'T HIDEhe knowsthat you hide, that you fearhe comesHE COMES http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/551452/ driven to insanity; like a dog in the nightor a fox on the moor.pooling sorrow like the blood of the priestand broken dreams in the endless darkmy love like a shadow on your soul, or... elseindividual; unique as a flash of lightin the empty abyssand i sleepand i dreamand i wakeAND YOU BLEED http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/551425/ Emmen's thudding feet pounded the soft earth of the forest as she ran, ran from the city, ran from the pain, ran from the memories, with a bloodied dagger at her side.But, of course, the memories followed her trail as efficiently as a bloodhound, occasionally gaining, and that was when she would sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/546904/ Hold me close and say I'm right;To me you are my shining light.Make me feel like I belongLet me know this isn't wrong.Show your love and make it knownMaybe here, with you, is home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/539648/ Can't you see how my heart aches;The way it bleeds for you?The endless sadness our love makesA love that's never true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/539643/             I stumblethrough the halls of the school between periods in a daze, looking more lostthan ever, but this time it’s not an act. I’m just lost in thought. Theydidn’t care when Luca called me Felix; does .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/538975/             I’m stillin my Hello Kitty pyjamas as I amble up the stairs for breakfast, half asleepeven though I only have like half an hour to get to school. And I still have toeat breakfast and shower and brush my hair like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/536273/ Soulless, you say? Heartless?You don't know the half of it.Let me tell you more, then.How you shattered my heart and used that against me.Take a close look.Break apart the seams of our relationshipAnd look deeper.Hurt;Betrayal;Lies;Ignorance.Insensitivity.I could go on.But from me? The soulless one?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/535591/             I strutdown the room with my head high. I know I look great in this suit; it’s silk,and the jacket and pants are a very pale blue. It’s my uncle’s, I think. Dadkept it in a trunk in the spare room, som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/535587/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/535585/ I made a new friend yesterdayHis name is Del, not Ash or Shay.We like a lot of the same thingsLike the silence that dawn brings.He's never heard a songbird, though,Or seen the pure white of snow.It seems that we are not the sameDifferent in all but name.For secretly I'm Del you see,Though he's just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/533729/ This is about a friend of mine who has been diagnosed with leukemia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/533727/ I don't know why I do this.Why I suffer in silenceAs the world rolls by without me.Nobody cares.Isn't it funny how they only pay attentionWhen I'm happy-go-lucky-me?Nobody cares.A single tear rolls down my cheekAnd nobody spares a glance.Sometimes, I think it wouldn't be so badIf I were to lie down,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/532442/ Something I wrote for our English topic of Identity, even though it wasn't set work. ^^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/518960/ September 14, 2034Mother Nature's fighting back;Acid rain seeps through every pore,Deadly plagues sweep across the land,Rotten air, poisoned water,Darkness reigns; eternal night.Nowhere left to hide from this...This? Eternal torture.I sound like every other activistBut maybe, maybe, we should have b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/510342/ The air rippled, blue-green, witheach little shockwave. They brushed Mero’s hair back, blonde locks lifting andfalling. They felt solid to the touch, like a barrier of air, yet they passedstraight through his body. And of course, he ignored it, labeling it as justanother phenom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/507545/        The ballroom was crowded with athousand people, a long strip of marble cleared for a dance floor. Thescene was lit only by an extravagant chandelier, hanging perilouslyabove the guests' heads.      Two dancers made their way .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/505405/             Lis didn’tleave me any time to be surprised. I just stood there, jaw hanging open in myusual stupid Hunter way - I could see Sofi smiling - while Lis moved her handsaround a bit and told me that it wasn’t sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/500509/ I decided to continue a story I had written, so here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/500508/ When I die, will you be thereTo hold me tight and show you care?Wings aflutter, halo bright,Will you be my shining light? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/499464/ The world is burning.Dark stars smolder in a glowing skyThick grey vines reach to the heavens.I watch with a smileas the flames burn me down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/496731/ The second character on my 31 Characters project. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/493517/ Broken dead ravens, so loudly they callGaping black holes destroying it allAnd I find that I cannot fly, only fall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/493515/ I originally wrote this for a project I'm doing - one character per day through January. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/493323/ There's just no noise.I know there should be;Almost midnight,But there's always a partySomewhere.All I can hear is thetick, tickof the Life-Clock,counting down the secondsI have left.Looking at my own clock,I watch the hands drift closer,closer,to the twelve at the top.Then the bell chimes;I sigh;On.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/493284/ Upstart cries into the nightVoice echoing through darkened rifts... [You can add:Run from the sign of dawn's first lightNo rest for the upstart in this cold life.] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/486426/ 'Maybe we should go back.'Adder bared his teeth at the suggestion; clear evidence of his dislike for me. I shrugged calmly, not rising to the bait."It was just a suggestion," I pointed out. "No need to get worked up about it."My companion turned his head, his icy glare poin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/486344/ I watched the air shimmer in front of Ferris' face. He was frozen, but not in the literal sense. He told me once, over a year ago, that it was like he was frozen in ice; in an endless cold abyss. But he wasn't, only frozen in time. I couldn't help wondering why I wasn't running away from him; I knew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/485781/ Eyes filled with maliceA wild, savage grinPride, wrath, lust and greedYou love to live your life of sin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/485776/ I'm sorry I couldn't copeWhen you said that you loved me last nightI'm sorry I couldn't help itI just wanted to run far and hide.I'm sorry it didn't work outOur love was just never ment to bloomI'm sorry I couldn't love youMaybe it was all just too soon... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/485774/ Ignore the title, please. If you can come up with a better one, please do. A poem about a break-up of some sort. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/481732/ I miss the old days;Down in Blenheim,with Pa.Getting up early,before anyone else,going out and sitting on the driveway.The tar on the roads alwaysmeltedbefore I came out.I pulled the stones outand lined them up againlike soldiers.Coming back the next day to seeif they'd dri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/479455/ Footsteps soft,Silent like shadow,Gentle on earthlike timid snowfall. Eyes fixed on the horizon.Like predator watching prey.Hawk watches a mouseso avidly as she. Behind, black cat follows,Steps like her on grassy floor,Soft and silent, but deadly,Like poison needl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/476660/ 13/04Little love flickers. Like coloured stars, dancing heart, pirouetting before my eyes. I don't think the others can see it, they are blind to the hard truth. And sometimes there are less flickers, sometimes more, and they are so entrancing. 16/04I'm seeing other things now. Sparrows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/474448/ Pretty facesMask the feelingsI know they lurkSo deep inside. I let myFeelings showPut ondisplayfor all to see. Maybe they'll say I'mcrazyYeah, Iknow. It's evidenthereMy mangled writingwithout purpose I see theirfearsdreamslives.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/474446/ Eyes black like coal, an icy cold stareMade just to kill, to frighten, to scare.Sharpened teeth and razor-like clawsMidnight blue fur and powerful jaws.Thick muscled arms, a strong crushing grip,Tough jumping legs, for acrobat flips.It longs for the kill, for the thrill of the fight,Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/474418/ My world is different,It lives in my dreams,It breathes and it movesIt's not what it seems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/474411/ My fingers linked with his, and I could really feel a connection between us. Like we were made to be together. He tried to make conversation; he seemed a bit uncomfortable.“How many people have you told about me?” he murmured. His words were careful, like h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/474074/ For the contest 'Teen Diary' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/473923/ The bandages she winds round her fingersEach morning,They tell a story.It contrasts with her own in drastic ways."I accidentally picked up a knife the wrong way."The bandages stiffen her fingers,Till she cannot write,Cannot draw,Cannot do anything.The bandages tell a diff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serithaen/473906/