http://slow.writerscafe.org/JTWolfe The original writings of author J Tesla en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776137155 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. That's all to say, your swears and shouts shall never pierce my heart. Yet if that's so then tell me why my soul continues to plea.It stings and smarts by fits and starts-- as though I'm being ripped apart. I cower in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JTWolfe/1174288/ Elliott woke to the sound of screams. Unsure if he was still dreaming, his eyes flickered open and widened to adjust to the still dark atmosphere. The moon was hidden behind a curtain of angry black clouds, and Elliott was immediately wide awake. There was something ominous in the air, and as his mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JTWolfe/1170303/ Sprawled face down in the mud of the road, Elliott coughed painfully and winced as the bruises in his side shrieked in pain. Grimacing, he struggled to raise himself and managed to prop himself against the brick wall bounding the dark alley. His eyes glowed in the dimness of the obscured full moon a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JTWolfe/1166915/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JTWolfe/1166914/ An essay for my AP Language and Composition class which I posted for feedback and criticisms. On a side note, I am actually very superstitious and firmly believe in the existence of Gods and deities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JTWolfe/1145179/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JTWolfe/1145178/ A twist on the Red Riding Hood classic-- Why should the wolf always be the antagonist? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JTWolfe/1142955/ In the forest of night where murders crow,and creeping mists enshroud the land.Where songs of death chorus in show,and twisted trunks stoop not stand.Betwixt the trees a pale ghost flutters,Like a fairy she dances to and fro.Her tresses fly like ravens' feathers,Her skin is pale as fallen snow.The c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JTWolfe/1140697/ "Vincent! Why?"  the heart-broken voice rang in his mind. "Why did you do this?" Vincent tried to shut  out the voice, to silence her wails of grief. He closed his eyes and turned away, I'm sorry. I tried to help you, but instead I hurt you the most, he thought."Ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JTWolfe/1140681/