http://slow.writerscafe.org/QuickSand The original writings of author Pilar Palombo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020077 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Beep… beep… beep. The alarm shrieks its morning cry.  A gnarled, withered hand crashes down upon the OFF button and falls to the side of the bed, dangling limply. The sliced glowing numbers are his dismal conclusion that life must drag on another day. A self-pitying sigh escapes f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuickSand/441876/ Coiled columns of smoke Rise from the smoldering buttBreathe dagger snow flakes...    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuickSand/441797/ Maybe if she hadn’t stumbledSplattering his new white shoesHe would have still loved herPerhaps if he had taken longerExplaining the Quantum TheoryShe would have stuck around What if they had both found a four leaf cloverTo place atop their Jenga towerIn hope it would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuickSand/441756/ The first thing I feel is a tingling throughout my body. It starts at the tips of my extremities then creeps up my arms, legs, spreads in my torso and lathers the insides of my cheeks. This place reminds me of the setting for the cheap, pseudo horror 80’s movie Killer Klowns from Outer Space. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuickSand/441115/ I’ve only got a glimpse of her through my astigmatic eye.Draped in a tornado of red, perhaps a darkened Red Riding Hood.She teeter-totters out of my conscience, messing with my head.Then you think about a seesaw with buckets of physiological bullshit on either end. She’s ghostly,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuickSand/439765/ Battered LED lights perch atop the rusted iron arch marking the frowning entryway. The pitiful weak-pulsed bulbs trace the half-lit title Cinquefoil. From the mouth of the gate a vomit of forgotten tales and unraveled mysteries wash over you. You can tell once life inhabited the barren pile of rust,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuickSand/439718/ The title is a play of words based on vive le Quebec libre (long live the free Quebec) This was a controversial statement from De Gaul's progressive mouth after WWII when he visited the very much restrained and reigned Quebec. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuickSand/439716/ Who am I?    I am not.        What am I?            I am not.                    What?I am the dialogue between Adolf and Moh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuickSand/439417/