http://slow.writerscafe.org/Frifthor The original writings of author Frifthor (D^2) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013775 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Threshing Machine Up among the corridors wanderBales of wheat in straining stringTowards the beating threshing hartWhere the flailing iron chains ring Plucked from backs bruised by long travelForced upward amongst bountiful songWorkers chorus feeds the fleshingBarit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/684865/ This is not a story about love. Not about love, death, or ill-placed hopes. Because most stories about that stuff is bullshit, pure and simple, the type of s**t that stinks for days on end after you left it flaming on the old ladies doorstep. Yeah, I did that one too as a kid, and we laughed about .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/677837/ Sara smiled as the lift pulled up to her house through thelargely ceremonial wrought iron gate. Sure enough it was a different one thenwhen last Sara had seen the couple, the old red one now replaced with an orangeand white model that Sara knew she wouldn’t have the heart to tell Richar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/676365/ When I first came hereFirst came to this placeOnly one place would I pointOne place I would faceNot north nor south could not hold meNeither east and west would see my faceThe cardinal points had nothing on feminine formNothing on their easy graceAfter sea blue eye and flaxen hairI'd watch all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/673916/ Bit I wrote for creative writing one day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/673891/ My own little urban fantasy for the Houston area. If anyone has read Green or Butcher, you'll probably see some similarities, but if they didn't invent the genre they popularized it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/656010/ Chapter Three and a return to Mat's view point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/650421/ A poem I wrote while on a mythology kick, something I get on fairly regularly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/641529/ Another short one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/624699/ Short little poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/624697/ Introduces you to a few more of the members of the Valcetti Family, mainly a brief scene between Benito, his cousin Ehno, and his brother Claudio. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/623085/ Introduces the main character Benito to the story, and attempts to describe the Valcetti holdings in Dakeen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/613710/ Lorenzo won't be the main character of the book, but I included him to help get some basic concepts across. The story itself will focus around his son Benito. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/611832/ If I keep going at this rate by the time I'm thirty-six I might have book. Here we're introduced to the second view-point of the book, Sara. Sara belongs to one of the select families of The City. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/610842/ My second attempt at a book on this site, and one I hope will be more sucessful then the last. It's based around a group of trading families in a world modeled around the Renaissance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/610829/ Nobody said you had to read it. I'm not cussing you out for your political beliefs, so don't try it on me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/535406/ I feel a lot of the rhymes seem cliché, but that's normally my problem with rhymed poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/535400/ I want to be lovedIt's not a odd thing, is it?To want to smell sweet rosesOn a beautiful girls hairBut sometimes I wonderIs there anyone for me?As I see others loved without questionOnly to squander precious momentsEventually they fall awayMove on from each other http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/532696/ All the things I hear people say or say they are going to do to each other on a day to day basis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/527171/ Numbers whizzingCurves wrappingGears clickingCircuits fryingAnxiety waitsHands on the wheelFoot on the gasFor numbers to appearFate determinedStabbing final blowYet unknown Except inCalculations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/527166/ Cold throbbing heart beatPanic's silent breathBeats itself againstThe mind's door wedged tightConstant fear, waiting for an endTime immemorial, stretchingHands, claws, knives, pencilsInstruments incite heart's sporadic beatsAdrenaline, man's only true drugCowers, loses potencyBef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/527164/ Glittering pinpricksDrops of bloodFill out eternal darknessTheir light a great floodSearing heat surroundsIts eternal flameGentle in nights silken hairThe prized jewelry of darknessNew light breaks forthStartling in its brillianceStunning in its harsh glowBurning the world in unnatural lightOld.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/519388/ Clashing wavesBreak forth overStorm swept bowsReleasing sailors fromThis earthly realmIcy torrents inSnows own oceanFiery in sunlightAnd cold corpse's sustenance Through the nightFiery slashes of painDrift across a cold nightOur dark minds tornBy the fury of the stormCast into new light by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/519384/ A poem I wrote after homecoming. At least i assumed I did, as it has homecoming at the top of my journal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/519380/ Starlight glides byThrough shadowed windowsStuttering silenceSounds through the hallsWater splashingThe world's purest soundA child's laughIt falls in deep nightMemories of people leftKeep close at handGathered into globesThat drift skywards  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/519377/ A little bit of a biographical piece, about a girl I know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/514594/ In case some of you haven't caught this, I love mythology. This is a poem I wrote a while back about the Norse concept of the afterlife. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/514582/ A last minute poem's for Valentine's day that I wrote, but I guess it could probably be applicable to everyday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/514579/ A poem that I started after a bad day, but never got around to finishing till now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/512960/ Why is that I sometimes feelThat all the people are not realWith their own lives and stirring talesStuck to my mind with screws and nailsWhy is that I feel aloneNot just now, no not just at homeBut even when in the screeching crowdEven when my ears bleed as the noise grows loudIs it because I can't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/511426/ Poem I wrote from a long time ago, concerning old north myths. This one deals with Ran's abode, where men who died at sea went after death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/509067/ A short bit I wrote after the death of a friend's mom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/509063/ I believe that sometimes just getting things off your chest, no matter how much it goes against the image society tries to make for us, is the best thing for us to do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/509030/ Never really tried to write poetry before sort of fun to come up with these little snippets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/509022/ You who have come before order took hold of me, separated me, and divided me amongst myself. How do you live now that science has taken hold of your old hunting ground, ripped it from your bloodied hands and forced you out into swirling unknown. Yet you should not feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/505446/ A small poem meant to poke fun at myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/502065/ I sit on the gantry, and look up at the sky, frowning at the chips in the paint that has lasted 20 years. A touch up crew would have to come round soon and paint over this whole section soon, lest the water get in. But the blue was fading any way, and the home owners association would start complai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/499535/ Another based in a dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/493832/  Mat stared out the dirty grey window, at a dirty grey street, under a cloudy grey sky. The fumes of the city somehow leeched through the window pane, setting his sitting room ablaze in a fury of aromas and eye stinging stenches. His eyes wandered over the smudges on the window, probing fingers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/473869/ A book I'm working on about life in the future. Supposed to be a bit of a political piece, a bit of a coming of age thing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/473865/ A poor romance piece from when I was well and truly star-crossed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/454409/ A brief paper I wrote for English class. Based on a recurring dream I'd been having at the time. Sorry if it sounds old fashioned but we were reading Poe at the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Frifthor/444392/