http://slow.writerscafe.org/Barls_Gnarkley The original writings of author Immortal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776147432 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lightlock. A drug. An absence of light, yet an entire spectrum. A lifestyle, mine included. A set of electromagnetic wavelengths never before seen in the universe. It is all of these.  The concept behind it is simple; Erase all sense of light from the eyes, along with the accumulation of a lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/767951/ I will never leave this room alive. That much is certain. Within my penthouse Lightlock has taken it's hold, and now I will never again see the world as it is. I am Icarus L. Light, and I control over half of this city.  My dens are too numerous to count, the police are in my pocket, and the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/767571/ The Autobiographical story of Icarus L. Light, the lord of the Lightlock drug dens, and how he came to be that way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/767568/ It's my first official Slam-type poem, so go easy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/757609/ This one is dedicated to all the Dramaaticans out there. Much love guys. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/725894/ When silence abounds and no one else is around,and there is nothing left to say,Listen close my dear and don't say a word,The Silent Symphony comes to play.Let go of your noise and hold your poise,and hear the wood, the brass, the strings!The silence bounds off the walls,and Oblivion with it, they b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/692914/ These people were once friends, they say.Are supposed to be loyal at the end of the day.But now, when my sun is gone,They scatter like roaches under this new ones mighty brawn.Run! Hide! Go! and find a way,to sequester oneself until a new day,when my sun once again shines so bright.But if they hide .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/650639/ Take me home, where the wind always blows and the water tastes like wine.Take me to your home, where we can sit for hours by the fireside.Take me home, Where I can hold you and call you mine.Take me to your home, where we can stay for all of time.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/643393/ If I was to say life was worthless,would anyone care?Without your love, there to tangled in your hair.There to make you laugh and cry and smile,and to forget about your problems, even for a little while.No, they say, won't you listen?There's more to life than this one woman.There's someone out there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/639529/        There is a masked man, who tours the country, looking to gamble and wager, knowing he will win. They know they will lose, but his aura compels you to put your heart on the line anyway...        A cloaked figure enters the la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/615107/ Blades crested the hill in time to see what was left of the battle that had raged below. Charred craters and crumpled power suits lay everywhere. The bunker in the distance remained untouched. A path illuminated on his HUD that led to a seemingly disabled suit, laying face down in a crater. Blades .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/608798/ I've heard this story before,a girl who thinks shes a downright bore,playing all the saddest cards,her head among the moon and stars.Well she isnt i say,to the bright of day,with her head among the stars,it's her thoughts that should be ours.Sometimes it repeats,waking forth from a fitful sleep,with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/606171/ Why seventeen, I ask.A random number that comes too fast,whenever an answer is needed and heeded to,A number that comes only to meis the double digit number seventeen.Is seventeen the year of my death,the last year I draw breath?Is there a rose to be laid on my grave,a certain number of flowers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/602504/ There was once a boy. He was kind and caring and harbored no animosity towards anyone. He always forgave. He understood that people make mistakes, and that no one was perfect. But because he was so nice, people took advantage of his kindness. They would play many tricks and deceptions upon him, know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/593529/ There is a world unlike our own, filled with wondrous sights, from cascading waterfalls into crystal lakes, up to wind-scoured mountains that are packed with pristine snow. Rolling plains of emerald grass, and miles of scorched earth, endless deserts and acres of forests. A land where one could fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/579139/ Giant Armored Chickens and Attack Pigeons are at war. Who's side are you on? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/579134/ Isn't it interesting my dearHow a smile, a grinfrom ear to earCan make everyone look away.They come and they scrutinizethey examine and delveand determine the sizeWithout ever knowing what is within. In a way, it is like a sunthey take it for granted and accept it when the day is doneBut h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/559558/ Dorian Striker entered his office building on the monday after the murder of a general. Everyone stared at him as he walked straight to the commanding officer's office and handed him a blood-stained touch pad. "Everything you need to know about the Root," Dorian said, pointing at the touch pad, "Is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/550573/ Dorian got into his Armageddon and entered the new coordinates into the GPS. The car calculated the distance to destination. According to the GPS, it was actually only 30 minutes from his location. 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There was no target. The room was empty.  Inside the closet Dorian breathed softly, watching the men that were sent to arrest him. One of the policemen came to the closet and loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/550447/ When Dorian arrived back at his apartment, he immediately went to his computer and entered Walter's name into a search engine. Pages among pages popped up. Oh s**t, thought Dorian, This guy was big.  His full name was Walter Steadman, and was a leading professor in quantum physics. He hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/547329/        Mark Eriksson was a normal member of society. He was a strong, healthy teenager that was on the verge of his eighteenth birthday. He lived in a small town in Washington state called Grapeview, just a few minutes from the city of Seattle. It was the year 1964 and America wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/544252/        "Walter...," Dorian said "Please come with me."       Walter rose cautiously from his chair, gathered his things and put them in a messenger bag before following Dorian out of the room. They went down hall after hall, making twists a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/542090/ Dorian entered the cell and sat down on a hard steel chair in front of a table of the same nature. Across the table sat an elderly scientist with a positively bulging manilla folder in his arms. Dorian scooted his chair forward into the table and rested his arms on it, blankly gazing at the scienti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Barls_Gnarkley/532004/ S-U-N-S-H-I-N-E. 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