http://slow.writerscafe.org/CharlesAemon The original writings of author C. L. Aemon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033788 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was left recently by a girl I loved. I am mostly over her, but from time to time, I still think back. Her name came to mind yesterday evening, and in a fit of inspiration, I wrote some godawful poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlesAemon/1208255/ -CHAPTER VII-As the hordeslowly came within sight of the walls, the French colonel saw that the gateshad been barred shut, and men lined the high walls to either side. Cluckingwith irritation, he moved ahead of his army, only stopping well within shoutingrange of those manning the defenc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlesAemon/1185192/ -CHAPTER VI-Aday  later, several hours after dawn, itbegan.  Abdulhad set out on his wagon an hour or so before the sun to get a head start onhis journey, for it was a long one indeed. He had with him his ten year old sonDahl, and as he had told the gate guards, ten barre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlesAemon/1146659/ -CHAPTER V-Thenext morning, Tavion and Winston contacted Cecilia through one of the guards toinform her of the weapons cache Ralph had discovered. After a few hours ofpatient waiting, they had a return missive stating that it was merely part ofthe latest addition to the city’s stockpil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlesAemon/1146454/ -CHAPTER IV-Neraxes struggled to hide his glee as he sat in the hidden room above the dirty bar where he was meeting the others. This day was going perfectly where yesterday had been one disaster after another. After the bungled assassination attempt on the docks, Tavion had scuttled straight up to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlesAemon/1146420/ -CHAPTER III-Malachi stood leaning over the gunwale retching painfully, waves crashing heavily down over his head. The water was freezing, and sleet drenched him, chilling him to the bone. In a gap in the waves, he looked out over the water for sign of any land, but there was none to be seen.They ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlesAemon/1146419/ -CHAPTER II-Sitting astride his chestnut mare, Dowforth ached all over. Dawn had come and gone hours past, taking with it the soft morning mist that blanketed the stony sands, and keeping cool those sheathed within its midst. The sun was now a hot orb high in the sky, blistering them mercilessly wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlesAemon/1146417/ -CHAPTER I-Come forth, for thou art the young and the braveBright eyed gazes of lust and glory they comeOff to war these fine heroes marchThe storm is brewing and there is nowhere to hideOceans of tears will flood the blistering earthGreat and cowardly, the strong and weakBefore the mighty purge, al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlesAemon/1146412/ -PROLOGUE- The man was sitting in a warm, comfortable leathern armchair with a bible in hand. Its elegant script and impassioned message never failed to move him. Though not overly religious, he could still appreciate the beauty and art of such a creation. Pausing for a moment, he took a draught of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlesAemon/1146409/ So, this is me slowly drawing together my novel 'The Rising flames.' It is a very progressive piece. The prologue is designed to shock. The novel itself is very much a progressive spiral downwards. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CharlesAemon/1146408/