http://slow.writerscafe.org/astafae The original writings of author Ophelia O en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010941 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Overcast skies with a hazy atmosphere marked the arrival of another completely ordinary day.  The ground was still dry and cracked, and the lakes and rivers barely carried any water.  More bones were seen, decayed, to a greater extent than the day before, because of all the rain that poure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/1010892/ Earth had been one of the most radiant planets of all the universe. Instead of becoming only more beautiful, it died. Each and every day, it died a little more, and everyone knew, but no one cared. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/1010884/ Again, I wrote this when I was depressed... seems depression comes a lot to me. =/ Well, feelings transcribed to words... here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/581745/ I was writing this when I was depressed and felt like I was destroying everything that ever meant anything to me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/581743/ This is a poem/song I wrote for a very dear friend. I want him to know... I'm always here for him. He's like a brother to me and I love him so much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/581741/ A short story featuring two young men, Vincent and Evan, each part of a different futuristic group of people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/581209/ I was in one of my rather down moments, and my emotions took control and I wrote this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/563531/ This is a song I thought of today. I was thinking about a boy I know and how he shuts everyone out, and I'm always wondering why and think he's cold, but then I realized, he's kind of like me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/562611/ Lela's not the only one with a gift. Her best friend has the same gift as well, and while Lela is left unquestioned, her friend faces something that will soon foretell her own prophecy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/561672/ The start of something in an early childhood, that would soon grow to something much, much, bigger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/520325/ "You're insane."I remember that was what they said to me.  They all looked at me like I was a freak.  The doctors kept probing me.  The nurses kept sticking IV's into my arms, my wrists.  I had a huge steel helmet thing on, with wires attached to my head.  I could hear the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/517753/ Trapped in your own dreams, locked in your own reflection. What would you do if there was a murderer out to get you... and the murderer is... yourself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/517745/ This is from a memory I got in computer class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/459460/ A story of an average girl who shined like an angel sent from heaven and no one could see through the darkness to acknowledge her in time... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/455538/ This is actually a song I wrote. It's not exactly a poem, but it could be. I wrote to a melody and it has a chorus, so it really is a song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/455094/ Laney wasn’t sure what to do now.  It was clear that he had been following her; it was just that she hadn’t noticed or realized until now.  But he wasn’t a demon rogue.  But he was an immortal, like her.  She knew that much.  Little beads of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/443538/ A blast of red light and the pretend feeling of an electric shock woke Laney Rodriguez up almost to a state of paranoia. She sat up, pulling her long legs up, hugging her knees and her head tilted to the side as her smoldering black yes stared out the window into another time. Her thick, long, map.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/442617/ Laney, an immortal rogue was destined to destroy six demon rogues that killed her family, friends, and every other immortal except her. The truth of Immortal Rogues and forbidden magic were lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/astafae/442607/