http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sukasa_kasei The original writings of author Wulfstan Crumble en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990585 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Haikus too can be romantic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/329680/ For the poetry architecture contest for the Forum group. The poem reflects my sheer annoyance at my writers block and actually released it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/258492/ Lee writes in his journal about his date with Anna Mortain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/249010/ Fulk Scathlock breaks into an office trying to find his friend; Lee. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/248284/ Lee had a perfect date with his beautiful and intelligent classmate, Anna. Afterwards things start to go seriously wrong. A serialised version of a short-story written for the Magical Realism contest (A full version will be posted later as the actual ent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/248282/ Final Chapter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/243475/       For some reason Trakker began to feel all Starship Troopers as they piled into the car. They turned left into what seemed like a small suburban pocket. The road split in two with houses on either side. The houses had been taken right out of The Stepford Wives. However,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/243473/       “It may be your car Jamal. But, I’m a U.S. Marine.”       “Ex-Marine! What you are is one cheesy m**********r but I ain’t going without Small Packet here.”      &ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/243471/ Jamal needs all his driving skills. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/243470/ Fear not Trakker; Jamal Johnson is here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/243467/ Mike Trakker breaks down; has problems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/243451/ S**t happens. Especially when there are giant dung beetles around. A short story rejected by Permuted Press (and rightly so) in all its glory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/243448/ Space Time, interplanetary form of the ever popular Time magazine interviews Expedition leader, Linjamen Storm prior to his departure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/239430/ 745c is a series of vignettes, snippets and behind the scenes chapters relating to a novel i am writing right now. 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No.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/207042/ A whorled silhouette Beyond the doorway Etched into the pane. A chill tarries Around wooden tables Beneath the wicker vases. Bony fingers turning blue As I linger Within an oaken frame. Tendons crack, bones stretch Night’s gloom overthrown With Tyburn’s lot. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/207041/ A Few interesting days in my life. Things i have experienced and things i have learnt. Today i learnt that Australians don't speak. Today i got third place in a Christian poetry competition with a p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/207040/ Beautiful as the chance meeting On a dissecting table Of a sewing machine and An umbrella. (Le Comte De Loutrémont)         Brest, Brittany, beset by woes tenfold and a yellow satchel the great lemur Andre Breton has departed inwards. And up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/207038/   Chief Inspector James Courteny-Everard met the Alpha and Beta teams within the red brick fishery on Cannery Row. Careful searching had led them to a single room. Alpha team leader Ranophe Bell was the first to go in. Sara Rhee’s Beta team brought up the rear. Last man Alberto Sphin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/207037/ Tennoji, South Osaka City.         The building was surrounded by police cars when Detective A.Kurokawa arrived. His assistant, Ryuha, stood waiting; outside the Karaoke bar, “You’re late.”         .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/207036/ I wander the dunlands Am I lost? Amongst butterflies upon a pirl Their painted wings Full of wonder Ruth for the eyes. My merrigan fareld As suggested By my professor, The old daffer, Mecha cleverly Knew how to expede My theoretical musings. Yet as he demitted me, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/207034/ Your black eyes implore Me as the sun’s many swords Paint our faces red. In the storm’s own wake, Watercolours of the world, Paint strokes of the Gods Oily blue on white, Cloudy battleships form up. Apocalypse sun. Heaven’s golden gates, As the demented gh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/207032/ I have fallen so far Deep within unknown depths Down in swirling darkness I keep falling, receding. * I have become secluded within. The lights of glass eyes, Are distant. But, all I see Is the surreal world outside. * Am I trapped within a prison? My struggles but a mine. I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sukasa_kasei/207030/ Scene Preparation. Imagine McDonalds with Style. Maybe call it MOS Burger. Now, make the burgers you get in your wrappings actually look like the burgers in the photos. Now, make them taste nice. Scene set. 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