http://slow.writerscafe.org/Filosofem4 The original writings of author Bryän en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190598 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One would suppose Daniel Kaspar singularly strange, after onequick glance inside his car. The particular articles in question are that ofone pink scrap of paper, and a milkweed, stuck in an air vent and hanging down.Useless and trivial items to all others, yes, but certainly not to Kaspar.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/1334770/ Here lies a small collection of stories that were either in the process of being written, or being conceptualized, prior to All Hallows Eve. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/1269156/ Whatever.Life has become digital.Prescription drugs make life cyclical.Whatever.My friends are made of plasma,linked in this electric miasma.Whatever.Imagination's dated;by liquid crystal, decimated.Whatever.We're a dull orb, I won't deny,suspended in another sky.Whatever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/1245026/ Too often now, I wonder what I am.Dislocate my wrist; remove my ears and heart.Then what would remain? Why, only a sham;drifting on towards Death's rampart.Blessed automaton,you can ignore the grand scale,live in your Avalon,and not see your life's so stale.My fortune is less.I can't deceive myself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/1245019/ A little relic from the past that I found. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/1219346/ Staring into the night;no moon to be seen.Oft would my mind returnto the phantasm that will only now burn. Embers of the phantasm’s fire will never die,kept aglow on the breath of dreams.Dreams both maddening and lovely.Visions of the enchantress will never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/1219344/ Their faces inthe bark of the trees,Stare.Their voicesentwined with the reeds,Scream.Their tunes ofdarkness’s key,Sing.Pallid Deathwill weave you intoThis land.Prolonged is therepetitionOf hours.Pale, finalbleak hoursOf yore.Limitless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/1219343/ Into Limbo we are born,And in an instant,From Limbo we are torn.Our moments are butMere grains of sand.Intertwining, fusing together,Never to disband.Behind us, a great mirrorBegins to take form.Incalculable drearAwaits upon wondering of it.In our final mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/1219339/ Tombs of frozen wastes from Heaven;Earth’s self-constructed sepulcher of ice;Enter the connotations of Winter.But not this eve,Not this eve does that ring true.Hundreds, thousands,Millions of deftly constructed souls descend.How they dance!How they mesmerize!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/1119776/ One drop of ink fell from the quill tothe yellowing page. Beyond the iron lattice- work of the chamber window, tractsof desolate land could be observed. Lands inhabited only by the spectralmountain mists, clothed by the darkened smereka trees of the forest, and where loomingand rain-swept ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/1113696/ What happens when one is left to face his obsessions alone? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/941780/ “I will doit all just for you. I will throw away my pen and paper, for you. That way, Ican guarantee you will never have to be vexed at just the sight of my name. Iwill go far away, only for you.” The wordsechoed as if they were freshly spoken in my mind.In fact,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/779091/ It is simply an observation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/725387/ Two old bards sat on the trunks of fallen trees.No home did they need, nor the company of trivial items.All they had was in their hands,The lutes, carven of wood forever gone,To make the music loved by only those who shared in the exile of the forest. Two old bards needn’t speak, “Why li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/725385/ Netherton, after living a life of fear from others, now faces the terror and anxiety of the end of time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/686469/ What could possibly come, in the wake of an empire's total destruction? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/570307/ Hail the morbid love of the mistThe mist hovering above the snowCaressing the withering leavesDeferring the bleeding moonlightI give my heart to its strangulationI kiss the deathly chillSwallowing all things that beThe Freezing Haze devours the land in spiteIts maelstrom of terror lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/502580/                   By now, I could imagine exactly what you may be thinking; probably something along the lines of “What the f**k just happened?!”  Well, I’ll answer your question. Though, you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/497214/ The journey begins on still nights beneath the moonNot ushered in by owl or wolfMy house of generations, her emotions that night unwelcomingShe, angel at sight, monster at heartMy dwelling here, day and night are indivisibleFleeing from the creatures that kiss in cold mirrorsTearing thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/488309/                 It was here, finally here. The last day of school was ticking away, and it was about damn time. I considered the place to be more like a deathcamp if anything else, a majority of the people here were even like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/488103/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/488082/ It seems our man may have found a way to put an end to his terrifying existence. But will this lead to an even more dreadful experience? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/471243/ This is a brief sample from a story I put on hiatus some time ago. Somewhat different from what I mostly write, but not too steep of a change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/471148/ One man's quest for immortality ends in fear and agony. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/458613/ A man is being hunted by an unknown pursuer, who may not be so unknown to him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Filosofem4/455441/