http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tamm10701 The original writings of author Alex Falkner en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776178078 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    It's strange writing after so long, having to start anew as I can't find my old Journal.   I assume the nasty old b*****d found it and burned it.   No real loss I suppose, not like I could forget half of what's in it anyway.   The light still hurts my eyes,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2948061/    My Eighteenth birthday, The day I became a Man in my fathers eyes.   An important day for a young Warlock, I am given permission to begin my Vena Onara, however, I wish not to leave my Mother's side, I fear it be the last time I see her.   Her illness has weakened he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2948060/    Griffith is on her knees in the cavern, shaking and moaning in pain as the Emperor hugs her, stroking her hair.   “It shall pass. Come, rest,” He says, helping her to her feet.   “Father!” Eva calls urgently as she runs into the cavern.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2947333/     The emperor stands next to Griffith, his hand on her shoulder as she kneels in the damp dirt, looking at the spot they disappeared.   “I thought you were leaving with him,” He whispers.   “I couldn’t,” She sniffs, wiping her eyes as she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2947210/    After Zacharius’ sudden visit, the mood turned somber, the group turning in for the night, hoping for a brighter day tomorrow.   Zuke has been laying awake, watching Griffith sleep, his heart heavy in his chest.   Thinking of what lays ahead. Now understanding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2945267/    Cocorian is sitting on the fountain with crossed legs, elbow on his knee, the misty caravan swirling around him, Zuke’s hand on his head, eye closed, seeing what the boy sees.   Small snippets of his journal flash across his mind....’My Eighteenth birthday, The day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943897/    Cocorian and Ahern have joined The Emperor in the Orb chamber, all staring at the globe solemnly.   Even more lines have been diverted to Zacharius’ castle, and a few of the high-powered nodes have disappeared, more Warlocks have disappeared, the power source at Zachariu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943896/    He opens his eye, Everything is gray. Sounds are echoed and muffled.   Just another deathleap, although he’d much prefer his usual method rather than having to deal with the cause of death when he returns.   Simply falling asleep is so much less hassle.  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943159/     The Emperor is waiting near the base of the stairs when Ahern finally gets to the bottom.   “Seems you have your hands full with those two,” He says, grinning up at him.   “A Warlock and a Morphisite, two of the most stubborn peoples to walk this b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943158/    The Emperor rushes out of the castle doors as the carriage rolls up.   “Oh, my,” The Emperor says Griffith climbs out of the carriage, covered in sludge.   “Whatever was that?” He asks, looking at Zuke as he climbs the steps toward him, lettin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943157/    Cocorian is now seated at the table, once again laden with food, to the Emperor’s left, with Ahern sitting at the other end of the table on a lavish cushion large enough to support his entire bulk.   “I appreciate the effort to accommodate me,” Ahern says, gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943156/    Eva and Griffith whispering and laughing as they descend the stairs.   “Ohhh, you simply must see the gardens before you go,” Eva says, hugging Griffith’s arm.   “Tomorrow may be a perfect time, can give us time to learn what we can about thes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943155/     Zuke, Ahern, and Cocorian are being led down a long, wide hallway by the guard.   Beautiful paintings with intricate frames line the walls, and expensive silks drape from rails on the ceiling.   “I’m getting worried. Haven’t seen Cian for a long ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943154/    “Griffith,” Zuke calls out as he strolls up to the creek, watching her standing in the water with her dress bunched up between her thighs.   “Shhh,” She whispers as she focuses on the shiny fish swimming around near her.   He leans on a nearby.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943149/    Griffith looks up and sniffs the air when she sees Zuke coming toward her.   She closes her eyes and growls as his scent tickles her nose and throat.   “Griffith, we got to get going,”   She opens her eyes and looks around, growling in fury, sea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943148/    “You’re planning something,” Cocorian says as he watches the baby demon waddle through the huge wrought-iron gates in front of them.   “What makes you think that?” Zuke asks, without looking at him.   “Oh, come on, I’m not st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943147/    “Where is everyone?” She asks, looking around in confusion as she approaches Quentera, who is sitting at a table reading an old tome.   “Ahern is out for supplies, Phinleas is in his room reading, and your young friend Cocorian is in the altar room.” He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943146/    “Argh, s**t,” He yells as Cocorian pulls the blade out and presses a cloth on the wound.   “What the f**k do you think you were doing?” He yells and stares at Cocorian in fury, his eye now gone, leaving the gaping hole again.   “Why am I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943145/    Zuke spins around, lunging for his sword belt when he senses someone enter the room, then collapses to his knees when he sees it’s Rhateeze.   “Would you stop doing that?”   “Are you alright? What happened?”   “Nothing, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943144/    While Phinleas and Cocorian argue in their native language, Ahern stands next to the table at the base of the stairs, reading the book Cocorian had earlier. A kids’ book explaining the difference between Wizards, Warlocks, and Sorcerers.   From what the book says, Wizard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943143/    The dungeon is silent, the air still filled with the stench of burned flesh, the coals in the brazier a faint glow, Armid’s corpse still pinned to the wall.   The shadows at the edge of the room swirl and contort. Glowing red eyes form as Ara floats out of the darkness t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943142/    Ahern ambles down a dark side street, his hand on the hilt of his sword. The paving stones have long since given way and are now merely dust and gravel. The weeds that once grew between them have dried up, leaving the place looking barren and dead.   Even the moss and ivy that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943141/    Two dungeon guards follow Ara down a long, dark hallway, dragging Zuke’s bloodied body behind them.   She stops and opens a door, it’s rusted hinges screech as they rub together.   “Throw it in there,” She hisses and steps away from the door.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943139/    “Why don’t we set up camp for the night?” Ahern says in frustration.   “Because I need to find him.”   “He’s a Warlock. He’ll find you, and you’d be easier to find if you were sitting in one spot,” He says, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943138/    Seated in the dining room close to the back wall, Cocorian next to Griffith and Phinleas across the table, a sour expression as he looks around the room.   A couple other people seated at other tables, a trader near the door, a rich, snooty looking couple at the bar complainin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943137/    Zuke reaches the altar room just in time before he drops and disintegrates into a cloud of ash, instantly waking up with a gasping breath, laying on the altar, the deep gash across his chest now fully healed, leaving no scar.   He sits up. Quentera is gone from where he was. N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943136/    “Been in the library, I see”   “What was that?” Phinleas yells, pointing to the stairs.   “That was a warning. Nothing to worry about.”   “What? Nothing to worry about. The entire building shook, we almost got crush.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943135/    Zuke smashes through the door, a towel wrapped around his waist and sword in hand.   “What’s wrong? What happened?”   He looks around frantically when he sees her staring at the bath in terror, still screaming through the tears.   “B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943134/    “Wake up, you two. We gotta get going soon,” Zuke calls out, knocking on their door.   He tries the door handle, but it’s locked from the inside. He waves his hand over the lock, opening the door.   Phinleas sprawled across the bed, snoring loudly. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943126/    Zuke slows and waves to them as he gets closer.   “Better to head back the way you came, traveler,” The middle-aged man at the front calls out.   “Why, what’s going on?” He asks, stolling up beside him.   “The wolves are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943125/    She sits there fuming, not wanting to look at that insufferable man and his stupid grin.   Being so close to him, melded with him in that mist was so odd, she felt so, free, so warm, like she was rolling around in a soft blanket, she could feel him, almost like she could feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943124/    Zuke listens to the two boys talk in their native language as they make their way through an open plain toward a city in the distance.   A half-dozen small yellow birds start flitting around Zuke, chirping frantically as if to get his attention. Zuke stops and spins on his hee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943123/    Fighting has ceased at the Centaur camp. Bodies of werewolves strewn everywhere, the metallic stench of blood hangs thick in the air, injured Centaurs sitting on their haunches, nursing their wounds.   Ahern makes his way through the carnage towards his tent to check on the Ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943122/    The still unconscious Catwoman is now laying on Aherns bed made from straw and animal skins with an awful green colored paste smeared over her chest and most of her bruised body, Ahern sits beside the bed on his haunches, sewing something for her to wear, so she’ll at least have s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943120/    The late summer day turns bitterly cold as dark falls across the rolling plains.   The first stars of the evening shine as jewels in the blue-black velvet above.   A lonely campfire burns brightly in the crisp air. A dark, hooded figure sits next to the fire, leaning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2943119/ Prologue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2940614/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/2940612/                                                  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1168441/ 　  My life has not been an easy one.  It has been riddled with abuse of all descriptions from many people, worst of all, the people that are meant to show love, compassion and care.  I have been beaten and sexually abused by my brother.  I have been neglected, dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1168437/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1168436/   I was told I had only one visitor while I was in the drug induced sleep, and that was my father, I found out years later he'd skipped a day of work without telling her so he could come in to see me. She had always bitched about wasting petrol, the only way she would take any of us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1152961/ A collection of true life stories. Some of these chapters have already been posted as stories, I am putting them in a book to make them easier to find. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1152951/ Which one are you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1152533/ Not sure exactly what this is classed as. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1150339/ I wrote this not for my mother, but for a friend of mine as all her kids wouldn't be there on mothers day, sadly, I never did sing it and dance around like a moron as planed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1148535/   Those skinny jeans you always wear, really set the crowd and you apart. One thing you have to know, You look like a freakin tart. Two sizes at least too small, Just to show off your a*s, It really just goes to show, You truly don't have any class. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1147650/   I don't wear make up and skirts, high heels or any pearls,I don't get dressed up pretty like all the other girls.I don't have jewels and handbags, fancy bras and other s**t,I really just don't see the point,I got no bloody tits.(honest, I don't, but that's not the point)My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1146379/ About time I let you see, a bit of the lighter side of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1144689/ This takes place only two weeks after the second 'slice' and, to my mind, is a continuation of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1144520/ This is rated mature as there is disturbing content. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamm10701/1143300/