http://slow.writerscafe.org/Psynexus The original writings of author Psynexus en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010144 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Space: the vast distance between the stars. Known by some as “the void”, this suggests that the expanse between things is empty; filled only with stardust and rock... but this couldn’t be further from http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1921069/ I do not know exactly how to put into words my current predicament. I suspect that this journal may never be read by a living soul and that indeed I may never have the chance to it’s survival nor my own.I awoke today in a place that was not my own. It’s a place seemingly out of time and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500974/ This will be my final entry before I enter the hibernation pods with the rest of the crew. With Earth weeks behind us, we leave with the best wishes at a time of turmoil and fear for our species. I’ll never forget how I felt as the familiar blue sphere grew smaller and smaller in the display a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500967/ They say that on a late autumn or spring day, the city in the mist awaits. It graces the tops of the mountains, kissed by clouds and the angels who guard its gates. Is it real or just a dream cooked up in some old fools head? All who return do so as fools, their eyes speaking of splendor untold. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500964/ “We’re here in Sierra Leone, a place torn by civil unrest and violence. Located in western Africa, control of the government is currently being disputed between the Revolutionary United Front and the Momoh government. Already, thousands have been killed over control of alluvial diamonds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500963/ “Abandon ship! Abandon all hope! Abandon reality! We murdered God and her cruel humor is our end...” ... the words wake me from my dormant state. My world is a flashing red light. My vision pulses from dark to light in a pattern and dark shapes drift around the edges like ghost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500960/ The dead of night; if only those who used the phrase truly understood its meaning. If only they could walk these desolate streets like I have; see the sky burn, smell the ash and decay, hear the screams. They pass me by, blissfully unaware of the hell they occupy, the hell that they share for a frac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500958/ The air of the chapel was thick, as though a cloud of smoke had seeped its way up from the cracks of Hell and filled it to the top of its high, stone ceiling.  It was here that the father stood ever vigilant over the prince, to whom he had provided sanctuary at his request. The prince kneeled a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500957/ The city of Tristen, one of the greatest cities in all of the land, was one of the most prosperous, fair, and good places you could ever imagine. Every day, its streets were filled with friendly townspeople who visited the market, their friends, or simply stood and gazed at the magnificent shining s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500955/ MIN-FAC23: the station is all I’ve known and, from the day I had the misfortune of being born on it, I’ve wanted nothing more than to leave. All my life I’ve been raised to be a miner, “Because that’s what you were born into.” my father said. That was before the a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500953/ “And I will make thy seed as the dust of the earth: so that if a man can number the dust of the earth, then shall thy seed also be numbered.” �" Genesis 13:16Earth, 9253 AD. I can’t believe I’m here. This place is like a putrid ball of slime covered in maggots. Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500952/ The blackening sky began to blot out the remaining sunlight of the dying sun as it plunged the planet into another restless night, full of fear and despair. The bones of humanity's civilization pocked the surface of the broken planet, a mere shadow of the life that had once flourished on her face. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1500950/ Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm clock on the bed stand insisted, announced the beginning of a new day. Jake pounded his fist down on the device, silencing its incessant tone as he squinted at the neon numbers slowly shifting into focus. 6:45 - time to get up and ready for the day. He stretched.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/1248299/ After they had all finished drinking they piled into the barracks one by one. Virtue was still drunk by the time he finished writing Nimbus’ obituary. He had snuck one last look at his friend when no one was around, finding him on the table under a sheet in the backroom. Though he was pale and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/643460/ “He’s not responding!”one of the Mercs said as he put his finger to Nimbus’ neck to check for pulsebefore he started pumping his chest, in an attempt to resuscitate him.The Stalkers tried tostay out of their way as they looked on, worried. He was covered with incisi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/640931/ “Zombie! Gremlin!Anybody!” Solitaire called out as the thunderstorm raged on.Why had they gone so far away from Shelter, andwhy weren’t they staying put?He had been followingtheir beckoning voices up the river for several minutes now. They sounded likethey were in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/635686/ The tracks continuedon for miles, weaving through the Zone to places long-abandoned. The Stalkersfollowed them mostly silent, at least when Reaper wasn’t cracking the off jokeor short story, staying alert to the sounds of nearby wildlife in case anymutant should happen by them. Though .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/632564/ Virtue can feel his heart beating over thesounds of the shouting and screams behind him as he runs. He doesn’t dare lookbehind him, choosing instead to run down the dark, endless halls in noparticular direction " besides the one he came from. He hardly even rememberwhat he’s runn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/620946/ Smartass looks around him frantically, “What the f**k…who the hell is in here?”“Drop it dick hole.” Another familiar voice says.“You’re surrounded.”“I won this fair and square " I get to shoot him now.”Smartass protests.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/616324/ Virtue laughs and rolls onto the hot, dusty ground that makes the main road into town. The sun is setting deeper into the west, casting an orange glow on the town and elongating the shadows of the buildings on the ground. Virtue scrambles back in horror at the shadows as they stare back at him - moc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/608307/ The halls are dark anddirty. Dust particles wink at him as his headlamp scans the walls, ceiling andfloor around him. The opposite end of the hallway is invisible to him, cloakedin darkness that seems to stretch to infinity. Although abandoned, the hallwayis not silent. His Geiger counter cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/605012/ He had been walking for several hours now, veering from themain road to the Bar several times to avoid in increased number of Bandits inthe Garbage. He had circled around several large garbage heaps in hopes ofavoiding the patrols and come back to the road behind them, but it was obviousnow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/602514/ The sun was just beginning to rise in the early morning hoursas Virtue wades through a field of tall grass, a common sight in the Zone. Thesky was a deep blue with a hint of orange to the east where the sun wasbeginning its ascent into the sky. The field of grass and weeds brushed lazily again.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/597140/ Lately I've been feeling a little invisible to people, so I wrote this. For poetic style, every line has something that relates to the word ghost, somewhere down the line of synonyms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/596052/ Once again, I find my heart ripped out by another fine girl I poured myself into. Here is the resulting word vomit with a little rhyme to make you happy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/534668/ Re-enter The Zone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/484676/ Enter The Zone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/484675/ To a special friend of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/483099/ The night is darkest just before the dawn... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/476010/ After about 3 years of being single even just the slightest taste of companionship and the resulting heartache was more hell than I was ready for... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/475192/ Life is like an ocean, still at times rough at others. There are waves that cascade through it, some small others large. Their anatomy is always the same; inevitably they all come crashing down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/471791/ Sometimes, though the world is full of people, you can't help but feel all alone in it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/468228/ I've always considered writing songs - specifically rhyming verses and a chorus since music is an amazing form of expression that I could not live without. So, here's my first shot at that... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/464895/ A distant traveler from another plane awakens to find himself trapped in another time and place. He must seek answers to find a way home and seal The Rift before he becomes trapped forever... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/462328/ Some experiences can never be put into words and lifetimes can exist in a single moment... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/462203/ What would you do if you woke up one day to find that the world around you had suddenly come to a stop? Life as you knew it was about to come to a dramatic end and humanity would never be the same? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/461861/ Max remains in theabandoned tunnel for what seems like hours along with the other Freedomers,listening and waiting for the mutants howling and growling outside to loseinterest in them. Most Freedomers had come to call the abandoned military basehome, and Max as well as his predecessors had h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/456841/ The commander paced back and forth on the floor impatiently.The soldiers sitting at the terminals beside him did their best to look busy. Thetension rose as the mounting need to give some sort of status report built inthe minds of the soldiers, but none of them wanted to be the one to say it. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455706/ In the aftermath of his journey to the Chernobyl NPP in the center of the Zone, Virtue returns to find that he and every Stalker in the Zone are under the microscope of the world's attention. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455705/ To an ex-girlfriend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455703/ Day 5 [Entry 2] [Audio Enabled]*The group introduces themselves to Nimbus as they continue into territory unknown. When they finish, Virtue takes the opportunity to approach him.*Virtue: Hey, Nimbus…Nimbus: Yeah, Virtue?Virtue: Sorry I left witho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455695/ Day [Unknown] *Virtue phases in and out of consciousness and he is carefully carried inside the house. He can just make out the two carrying him – a man and a woman, both appearing to be in their fifties. Their faces are kind, though concerned. They roll him .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455692/ Day 13 [Entry 2] *Complete chaos has taken over the corridor outside the supply room. The hall in both directions is torn to shreds, ripped apart by bullets, grenades and anything else Freedom and the Military had in stock. The Freedom soldiers are makeshift satche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455691/ Day 13 *Virtue and Gremlin, in possession of two of the six shock sticks, lead the group down the halls, passing up rooms full of strange-looking equipment. The occasional scientist floats around the room, his head buried deep in research – keeping the Stalke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455690/ Day 12 [Entry 3] *Virtue, Nimbus, and Enigma are pushed along, hands bound behind them towards an unknown destination. A large door opens in front of them and they enter another room. The room is cold and damp and smells of death.*Virtue: Where are you taking us?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455688/ Day 12 [Entry 2] *Virtue moves away from the voices behind him, feeling betrayed, confused, and hopelessly lost inside himself.*Nimbus: Virtue! Wait up!*Virtue looks over his shoulder to see Nimbus coming up behind him.*Virtue: You’re going with the wro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455687/ Day 12 [0123]We decided to pause briefly out of respect for our fallen friend, Jargon. The fall from that ladder has still left me completely and utterly lost… I’m having a hard time recollecting who I am and what my purpose is. Everything t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455686/ Day 11 [Entry 4] *The man in front of them is sitting in a chair, seemingly strapped in with belts and wires. He’s somewhat bulky, whether from fat or muscle cannot be determined. The area around him is filled with strange machinery. In the back of the room b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455685/ Day 11 [Entry 3] [Audio enabled]*The Stalkers huddle together in the small room, unable to will themselves to move. Virtue remains on the ground by Enigma and Nimbus, breathing, but otherwise unmoving.The sounds coming from the halls of the NPP before them .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455684/ Day 11 [Entry 2] [Audio enabled]*The terrain before them is torn and ripped, deep crevices and rugged juts of land shoot up out of the ground in random locations. The area around Chernobyl looks as if it’s been through hundreds of earthquakes, making th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Psynexus/455682/