http://slow.writerscafe.org/BruthaVoodoo The original writings of author Aron Smith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043597 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short horror story, just in time for Halloween, inspired by an flu bug I recently had http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/2069781/ One of my older poems, but has a special place in my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/445924/ I'm having a truth pulled out.It's been causing me discomfort,and they say it has to go.I protest,saying I don't mind,and it doesn't hurt that much.(In truth, I quite like the pain.It let's me know I'm still feeling.)Yet, they insist,and though I am numbedI still feel it all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/417360/ The erratic static of my neon nightlight,keeps me buzzing like an insect all night.I sit here tremblingin the alien glow,while my mind is filledwith burning snow.I drink the ether,and eat the ozone.There's no-one else here,but I'm never alone.Lying on the floor,skinny and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/415548/ From the dark,A Spark,echoes forth.Into the night,bringing delight,of a new birth.Brings a new scope,a new hope,for us all.Won't be losing,he's refusing,to fall.Want's a change,rearrange,all which is wrong.Not a fake,he won't break,got to keep strong.Shadows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/415542/ I am the product of Industry,break these chains and set me free.I am the dirt that goes unseen.Always sterile, never clean.We're all cogs, we're incomplete.In a machine that's obselete.Yet we just keep moving on,as our lives drift into oblivion. Untested.Infested.Ingested.Dig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/413289/ You electrify me,filling me with energy;every time that you make contact.My body reacts,contracts and twitches.Sparks fly,and overloadmy trip switches.I feel them,coursing their waythrough my mainframe.Burning their waythrough my heartand my brain.Incinerating me,from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/412764/ Paranoid: Everyone's letting me down.Aggraphobic: Fearing to wander round town.Overly aggresive: I won't turn the other cheek.Antisocial behaviour: 'Cos I'm not afraid to speak.Can't cope with reality: What's real is not "The Truth".Claustrophobic: Because death's a wooden b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/412366/ A pantoum I created for a contest on the deviantart website. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/412212/ I took a left at the Junction.I never saw the old lady,until it was too late.I was imprisoned,for reckless driving.When I got out,her grandchildrencornered me,in a darkened alleyway,and stabbed me to death.I took a right at the Junction.It was a wrong turning.I was late for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/411967/ I wake to the sound of a fly's humming. It's the first sound I've heard in God-Knows-How-Many hours. The fly sings her drilling ballad as she dances erratically around the room. A filthy little ballerina. She's not put off by the darkness, the cold concrete walls, dripping water or the cockroaches w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/411965/ A man stands in the road.He never has been told;of the options,and opportunities,which are his birthright.So he stands on the track.There's no turning back;and it is hard,to find your way,when walking without light.Can't find his space.He's tied to this place;and never goes,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/411751/ I start off here alone,you and me make two,maybe three if we decideto bring a life into;this world, If you need luckI'll find you a four leaf clover;and I'll slap you a high fivewhenever you come over.Six is Hell,so I skipped on by to seven,spinning round in figure eights,as if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/411749/ Another coffee cup by my ash tray,maybe today's gonna be the day.I watch the glow of my cigarettelooking for the life that I haven't found yet.Try and find my way through the hustle and bustlespend each day collecting pieces of the puzzle.No picture on the box, to act a my guide,keep f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/411743/ A very English tale of toilet problems, embarrassment, and humiliation, designed to make the reader laugh, feel sick, but above all else, never forget how horrible it must be to be the man in those bad luck stories we all have a guilty chuckle at. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/411739/ A short story I came up with, based on a dream I once had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BruthaVoodoo/411735/