http://slow.writerscafe.org/forestnymph The original writings of author Xyve rrg en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021697 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A little magical, dark, cynical... Luz finds her way through life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/613072/ My gratitude to them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/430472/ wala lang... may nakita ko bal-an nga naga-skandinaybyan gani... teh guto ko man ipabugal aton lengwahe... wala na ni gani isip-isip ah, basta bernakyular... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/427914/ My 2nd complete sonnet... haha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/423456/ My first completed sonnet... Haha... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/423256/ R A N D O M http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/423100/ Haikus about the little shop called 'Booksale'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/421273/ A Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/420900/ A Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/420899/ My first attempt at Sestina. No meter, just the pattern. Words I used: flowers, sunlight, rain, smile, tears, memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/420864/ It's loosely based on my bestfriend's childhood. I wrote it for a contest only to find out that the contest is exclusive for a certain group! Argh! When I think of "roads", I'd always think about my bestfriend and 'Tim'. And really, the real 'Tim' rec http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/420106/ This is one of my sporadic attempts at short stories. It's about a vampire and a werewolf. It's not me to write something like this but the kind of contest demands so. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/419296/ The old poetries are the perfect analogy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/418510/ The unread poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/417624/ Would you mind getting sick? No I don't. And I love that summer rain... Now go away dear one! The Summer rain is a metaphor. Go figure it out... hehe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/417616/  Abba, forgive me!Now I’m a black sheepI’ve strayed too muchAnd I’m soaked in filthAlone in this darknessI ran, I ranThey said you cared noneAnd the grasses turned sourThe sun was mockingThe sand whippingThe stars smirkingThe wind gruntingThe waters b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/417406/ Can't help it... Even this sorrow is sweetness... Not afraid of the pain to come... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/forestnymph/417401/