http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rockisan923 The original writings of author Rocki-san en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776223473 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The snow covered the remnants of nature’s labor into a blankslate; the fuss of autumn silenced in a cacophony of white. The winter silencewas nearly deafening as the snow captured all the life around the forest,erasing the previous year in one night’s storm.The boy ran through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockisan923/831110/ It's just years after the apocalypse, wars, plagues and scarce resources leave humanity struggling to survive. To Niji, his camp holds the only people, until a strange boy is found in the snow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockisan923/831105/ It was a cold, blustery day asautumn was making its final changes after summer to give way to a hard, frozenwinter. The wind bit the barren trees with force, removing the few leaves thatdesperately clung onto the bare branches. 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