http://slow.writerscafe.org/Resonance The original writings of author Charlie Andrews en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776060956 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Pools of coagulated blood were a welcoming sight at the jagged rock mouth of the cave; the sweet odor of decay and defecation flared her nostrils as she crept closer, c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Resonance/459717/ Swaying in the soft breeze,Like the wind blowing through autumn leaves.A trickle of water heard from belowThe clock of existence beginning to slow.Falling forward off the viaduct of wood,Drifting off the bridge from whence I had stood.The bitter wind thrashing past my face,Vanishing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Resonance/437170/ Pain.Heartbreaking, a horrible feeling accompanied by tears and emotion.It kills....Pain....It hurts and hurts, until there is nothing left. Nothing but an empty shell, you exist, but barely. It cuts you down and destroys you until there is nothing...Nothing but your pain....Nothing but sadness... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Resonance/437169/ My cheeks slick with moisturesadness marring my faceMy eyes an endless tunnel;Mapping an unknown place.My heart crying for mercy,My soul screaming from withinThese thoughts a mess of confusion,My pain caged thereinPanic an only optionAs I try to fight the wrong,It's past, but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Resonance/437166/ You'll never know pain like that you've caused,You'll never know the friendship that you've lost...You'll never experience the warmth of my smile,Nor the love in my eye,Or the hug every once in a while.I'll never trust you as I once did,I'll never love you like a brother, or like a siste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Resonance/437165/ Since life began, I have existed. I have been molded and formed into what others want me to be. How people view me and feel about me makes me what I am. I am the darkness and the light, the hate and the love. I am normal and insane, hawk and dove. Gentle and harsh. The ocean's depths are my soul, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Resonance/436968/ The sweat and blood infused the ground as she stoof over the recently dead body of her once violent and thrashing enemy; the bone hilt of her weapon led to her ivory blade, stained with the crimson of her kill. Her feet were bare on the forest floor, hardened by the years of trecking through the wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Resonance/424985/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Resonance/424976/