http://slow.writerscafe.org/sKristenw The original writings of author Surrealstorm en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041373 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem about the way that I've been feeling lately. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/590539/ Ashlyn felt like someone had been watching her all day. Her skin prickled and her neck felt hot and sticky from sweat. She’d tried to put it off as nerves, exams did start that day and she just knew that she was going to forget her lines in theatre class. She always did. But this was somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/588905/ Though most people would neverbelieve me, the world is filled with various races of infinitely powerfulbeings. Some do not interfere with the Earth, preferring instead to stay intheir own world or dimension and live out their lives peacefully.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/503924/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/503645/ Just a little poem I thought of as I thought about the coming year. There is so much change in store for me this year and though I fear it somehow everything feels like it will be alright. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/492430/ Chapter one  The days at the office were the worst… I thought to myself as I tried to get a pencil to balance on my nose. It wasn’t working too well; I think my nose is just a bit too angled for it stay on without tilting my head back. I tried it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/478650/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/475829/ just something that popped into my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/467058/ This is a true story about me and my husband. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/466638/ Just a clip about training i thought up. nothing special. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/466627/ This is a poem I wrote for a contest. I wrote this in the stream of consciousness style... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/460532/ I got the idea of this from a song that was in the book "Eye of the World" by Robert Jordan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/459794/       Prologue Earth   He’d never felt rain before.    &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/457937/ Ashlynn is thrust into a world she has never seen with no way to return home. All she can do is trust the most fearsome of warriors THE GOBLIN KING. But will he protect her or merely use her for his own gain? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/457935/ This is a story that i wrote for a contest. The story the bard tells in one that I created based off other folk-lore that i have read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/456017/  Who do you think you are?To tell me what to doTo tell me how to actYoure not my fatherOr my coach or friendI believe our roles have been reversedAnd you think that you are better than IBut you’re not.And I don’t appreciateYour condescending toneYour haughty atti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/455306/  A darkness out of meSpreading to all I touchBlack oily residueSticking to skin andSeeping deep into boneNegativityDeep rooted painAnnoyance andInsincerityWhy me?Why can’t I be happy with me? I rock back and forthKnees tucked tightHands squeezing themselve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/455061/ A poem I wrote after workout. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/452676/ Don't know...it was a clip that i wrote a while back while trying to come up with some story ideas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/450709/  I hold my mask before meThe essence of who I amThe dull gray eyesAnd red blonde hairAnd sigh in disappointment For this is not the mask I wearFrom day to dayNot the mask my friendsOr family seesInstead an illusion I give to them Bright blue eyesAnd platinum .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/450349/ This is a story clip that i just started writing one day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/448243/  I stance before a broken windowpretending to admire the town below mebut admiring and being a part of are never intimately twinedfor my place is not there but heresomewhere that no one else can seebut me It's a place where carriages do not roll across unpaved roadsand hors.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/432394/  The water drips upon the riverdrop after drop of beautywhere as the wind has a constant breezethat's refreshing and cool Fire burns with ardent lustexquisite and enticingand earth, the salve to soothe the flamessettle in a loving embrace love the sweetest fruit of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/432391/  Crisp blue waters stare back at me with startling brillianceThey seem to be calling my name, a haunting spectral voiceA sound that makes gooseflesh rise on my skinand a quake ripple through my soul The trees surrounding the lake swayed,Dancing in a primal dance of love and lus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/432388/  A rough voicePainting pictures in children's mindsAn open handStinging against a youthful cheekBut no one hearsAnd no one cries Innocence lasts only secondsA tiny barrier of mind and bodyBut blood flows redHot crimson that eventually runs cold Matted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/432386/  A window and there is glass everywhereI feel it as i walk barefoot across the ruinstiny pricks and glistening redi look around and feel like cryingfor this is all that's left of aonce unbreakable mind The storm has come and goneleaving only the remains to be seenand as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/432354/ This is a clip of a story that i was mulling over a few years ago. It didn't pan out but i liked the idea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sKristenw/422408/