http://slow.writerscafe.org/brittfoster The original writings of author Britt Foster en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987677 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 we are stories.poems open soulin ripples -concentric colorbled deep in hungry minds.we are wordsafter all, but we’re breathing.our fingers write remediesrich with perspective.the poem leaves a seedin the bloodof its host.we taste text withparched lips,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/2126143/ A decade, now, I’ve seen her there;A dream can be so cruel.For every time, I wake to findHer bound bySomeone else’s rule. I did it to myself,I know,I forced her to be free.But somehow her nameCut me, when we carved initialsOn that tree. The deepest scar! The tre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/2123839/ I wrote these poems in 2014-2015 and organized them to tell a story. Let me know what you think! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/2123566/ She took me to Atlantiseverysinglenight.Somehow we were there,breathing waterbefore even a thought crossedto remember the air.Our souls swamin our timeless creation,playing musicfrom the light-beamsthat were strewn amongst the algae,drawing pictures from the tide,and dancingupon stages of coral,and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1220095/ Sunset nostalgia:pink in the whispering stream,and stained with bloodfrom blackberries,or mosquitos,or both.Life is so fragile,even for memories.Memories as fleeting as colouron the skyline. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1219211/ Light-waves flicker,spinning in the ringsaround her iris.Here they liesuspended,pulsing fromsome distant frequency,and wedged tightly behindher elusive cornea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1218766/ We aresodifferent.Your heart pumps rubies,but mine grinds emerald and sapphireinto sharp, bright dust.It churns with the drumming heartbeat, and it rips along the wall of everythincanal.(4/5/2013) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1218443/ A girlwith eyes like   prison.Eyes that were chasms,but with rusty bars,and doorsthat shookin the faintest,slightest breeze.One could break herso easily;her columns were   cracked --tossed by seas ofheavy, foulemotion.She bled moonlightevery weekend,and stitched he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1218197/ A personalized poem to anchor the energies of Trust, Less Worry, and a Life Path. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1217995/ A personalized poem to anchor the energies of Understanding, Connection to others, and Love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1217994/ Let mebecomea poet;I will growmy own wingsand flyon your wind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1217991/ captivated:an abandoned roomwashed in dust,coated in memory,and richwith hollow nostalgia.forgotten life in the dark,whispering remnant and nighttimein melodies,and purringwith our presence.spectres -- they saw it --the energys t r e t c h e dbetween us.the flame was lit,but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1164371/ 2011/2012. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1164369/ I've been with all the pretty faces,Made them smile and took them places,Faked the feelings, one night stands,Held them close and held their hands.Days into weeks, the pattern repeats, Lust on the breath, entwining in sheets,A sultry smile, that haunting stare;Got time to kill and emotion to sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1164368/ open to the energies, the senses we forgot; socialized and molded to be something that we're not. obsessed with tainted wanting with a drive that runs us mad, and clinging to affections and attachment to the fad. the past already dawning with a rush of fading light, sizzling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1079549/ it took me 53 seconds to write. i misinterpreted a 60-second contest and thought the time limit to write was 60 seconds, so this is my 53-second story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/1042173/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/908902/ Inspired by the band Explosions in the Sky, by the first snowfall of the year, by a girl I'm quickly falling for, and by the seven deadly sins. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/634477/ I wrote this 3 years ago. Its a fanfiction for Albus and Scorpius. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/585102/ i wrote this at 2:00AM in a moment of depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/567172/ I missed my girlfriend tons while in Cali, so I wrote her this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/566128/ a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/566123/ i think that i might carve my heart out today,keep my feelings locked up somewhere far, far away.i told you i loved you, and baby, its true,but with your indecision, what more can i do?you lift me up with your words and your kiss;in those perfect moments, my heart is in bliss.then what? the winds ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/546407/ a short story about losing one's wings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/540525/ a poem about hooking up and realizing that its nothing more than hooking up, basically. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/514383/ Set in a sort of medieval fantasy world. A young women is driven to near-insanity from the murder of her lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/458619/ i miss her... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/457274/ already i feel incompletewithout her here.missing her to no ends,depressionmingling with the smokein my lungs.constantly reminding myselfthat only a few dayswill see her return,but still unable to cheer up,to smile,without her here.i need her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/456651/ the crackling flamesof the campfire,spitting ashesinto the watchful skyand breathing their warmthinto my chilled bones.thoughtful expressions,mesmerizedby the fire,keep company, quiet,with music whispering its cheerful beatsfrom the car.i think, then,about the girllying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/456647/ trying to forget her, butthe words we shared,and the warmth,are resisting. ...clear my mind. pushing to move on..finding only memoriesof a starry midnight sky,and her heart beating,gently,against mine. ...cure my emotions. can't seem to erasethe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/454372/ just a poem i wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/453356/ A tale is woven from the loss of one young maiden and the sacrifice she made to reunite with her lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/453116/ The blonde vampire's sudden appearance in his victim's doorway is completely unexpected...and completely unwelcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/452312/ Short continuation from the previous chapter. This one is from the blonde vampire's POV. He decides to stop being a stalker and actually approach his victim for a second time instead of simply lurking outside his house. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/452040/ Two young men go for innocent midnight strolls and end up encountering each other at the neighborhood playset. This book is just an experiment and I don't know how far it will get. About vampires. Probably going to end up being some sort of messed up, dar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/452038/ Finally having seen enough to the point where his curiosity was just about to go crazy, Rowan turned and walked quickly to the doorway. The only thing that the boy knew was that wherever he was, it was far from home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/451987/ The world was blurry when Rowan opened his eyes, and it took quite a few times blinking before the blear of colors gradually took shape. Faces were staring down at him with concern etched into their lines, and unfamiliar sounds and smells drifted in from http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/451985/ Whisked away into a different world, Rowan must struggle with the rumors and whisperings of his own dark destiny that everyone seems so eager to share with him. Demons? Prophecies? Those things don't even /exist/...do they? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/451984/ A short story about a wolf who is alienated and outcast from his pack due to his strange behaviors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/451864/ Rowan, a young wizard, has just killed his first man and his emotions are in a frenzy over it. Takes place in the Harry Potter world but features only original characters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/451347/ Another story about Dawn and Dusk, the pair of violent, pyromaniac twin brothers. Some woman calls Dawn a f*g. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/451331/ Dawn and Dusk, two violent, pyromaniac twin brothers, burn their house down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/451321/ I could feel the wind all around me; I could feel it coursing over my body, hear it whistling in my ears, and taste it by the fresh scent it carried. I could feel the earth beneath my feet and between my nails,... from the PoV of a wolf. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/451303/ A short story/chapter about a boy who is recalling the event that made him what he is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittfoster/412172/