http://slow.writerscafe.org/Trackstar211 The original writings of author Literature Writer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013020 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15           Rubber-toed soles silently skin on the cold pavement as  the man slightly shifts his posture. A sliver of moonlight beams down on him, lighting up his unseen face. The man just stands there, transfixed by the round object clasped i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/475967/ I Won't Forget http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/471978/ This is a very short piece of prose that just came to me. It's not exactly a story but it's not suppose to be poetry. Basically, it's just something that someone (no one in particular, just a nameless character) is thinking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/454413/ Does Jack love Ianto as much as Ianto loves Jack? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/450094/ This is a two voice poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/447565/ This is a poem that might be in one of my Torchwood fanfiction stories (that I am still writing). I originally wrote it for my story but I decided to post it by itself first. In the story Owen writes the poem. Sorry for the 'swearword', I think it fits an http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/446524/ Another poem from one of my stories. Can you figure out what the poem/riddle means? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/445559/ This is a poem I found in one of my old poetry books I found just recently. I kind of like this poem so I put it up here. I don't know if you could call it a prose poem but I think it is one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/445504/  I am standing at the edge of a cliff,Looking down at the sea.I slip,I fall,Into the black sea.As I am falling,I look down,Down at the sea.It does not look welcoming,It does not look inviting,It looks evil and bad.Then I plunge,Head first,Deffensless,Into the black.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/445083/ This poem was also an extract from one of my stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/445081/ This originally was an extract from one of my stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/445077/ This poem is about the greed of mankind and about how it is affecting the Earth. I originally wrote it for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/445076/ Note: This poem is not true. Nothing (that I know of) happened anything like my poem nine years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/445075/ Ianto is feeling down lately because his lover just died. While at work, he gets a surprise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/445073/ The Dog and Me.I look in her eyes and I can seethe tierdness that rest in thee.Her tierd eyes look back at me,wondering what I see,is it only me?She is not a human like mebut the world she sees is the same.She is not human like meshe's only a dog,and she's my four leg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trackstar211/445070/