http://slow.writerscafe.org/ninetails390 The original writings of author Diane Fisher en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776074805 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem inspired by Pearl, from The Scarlet Letter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ninetails390/407737/ Sidhia has been under the control of the evil lich, Khemran, since he was a child. What will he do, though, when he encounters two children effected by his work? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ninetails390/407557/ After rescuing Aqui, the theater seems to have accquired more than one new resident. Lupio appears to have found himself a stray... a radioactive one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ninetails390/407555/      My life in the palace was lonely. I was not permitted outside the "boundaries" without an escort, but I hadn't the will nor the courage to approach the guards or the ever-preoccupied royal family, so for nearly two years I hardly saw the outdoors except through t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ninetails390/407554/      The guards escorted me to a plain, stone-walled room. It looked as if it was intended for storage, or possibly housing servants. At the present time, I didn't much care. It was empty, but before closing the door on me, one of the guards informed me that a bed and some clot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ninetails390/407553/      Seven years later, my childish dream of becoming a performer became very much a reality... in all the wrong ways.     "Kossi!" Aya sidled up to me, glad to have reached me before the guards did. We were standing in a holding area behind th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ninetails390/407552/      "Come over here, Kossi. 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