http://slow.writerscafe.org/leifje The original writings of author Liefje en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776209452 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 His tears shined like spider’s silk in the milky glow of thewaning moon’s beams as they rolled down his inky dark skin. They caught at hisnose and lips, and trickled down his chin. He leaned his head backwards,bathing his face in moonlight and cas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1149822/ An irony I face daily http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1147357/ I dread the dayI will wake upto findthat I have morememoriesthan dreamsBut even worse than thatI so fearthat I will end upwith more dreamsthan memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1141340/ She stood in the middleOf the abandoned roadGripping her arms tightly.The yellow striped lines stretchingAway from herIn both directions.A gust of wind blew her hair upIn a torrent of curls and tanglesAnd for a moment she could see nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1138481/ I wish I could just lose myself in a world where it's ok not to know what you want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1137550/ Mostly just a rant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1136671/ Just a thought I had... thought I'd put it in a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1136666/ A constant yearning to see and do amazing things, just for the sake of feeling a rush. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1135197/ A short little poem I wrote on a whim http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1135189/ It started outAs a hiddenGiggleBut thenI felt itRiseRumblingFrom my bellyTo my chestClimbingUp my throatBurning gloriouslyAll the wayAnd it came outAs a beltingRoarAnd it continuedAnd it spreadThrough a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1130044/ A childish dream which will forever grip my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1127812/ SnowSnowSnowRollingStreamingStreakingAcross the asphaltIn dissimilarSheetsWaftingBillowingSwirlingUpwardsAlways upwardsLike steamWhich swathesThe tired cityIn surreal curtainsMasking realityFo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1127450/ An extremely open-ended story of a princess(?) and a prince(?) who meet twice, in two very different situations. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1127154/ I was visiting my cousins in Florida: Hayes, who is six, and Beckett, who is four. The night before I had to leave, I went to their room to say goodnight and goodbye, but ended up falling asleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leifje/1127144/