http://slow.writerscafe.org/SohoNights The original writings of author Saskia Liddick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985173 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A Poem based on a dream I had. Also based on a true story, sadly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/793507/ This is what happens when you watch six hours of home videos... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/788275/ A poem I wrote for a contest, and after spending an hour listening to slam poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/686603/ The Father's Day LamentBy Saskia Liddick How do I celebrate a day in honor of my father, when there is no father for for me to honor?How do I raise up the man in my life,When I have no man in my life?How do I give thanks to the man who looked out for me,when he has nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/565482/ A poem I wrote a year ago as a tribute to some of my best friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/556634/ After extensive research, I found out that I am a monophobic, someone afraid of being completely and utterly alone without anyone to look to, to rely on, or to love. The realization is scaring me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/554699/ For the First Time By Saskia Liddick For the first time, Someone's  devotion isn't terrifying. For the first time, Love isn't a haunting illness or syndrome.For the first time, A man's hand touching mine is a riveting sensation.For the first time, I can feel full of misch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/540772/ I was a child of trauma and the foster system, this is how I delt. This is how we, the children, delt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/538737/ 17 Year Old Kimberly White has a 6th sense, and attempts to convince her skeptic, religious parents that she can see Frank, a poltergeist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/535309/ A Story about a woman who tries to get in touch with an old lover http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/535299/ Poem written for the Point Loma poetry contest in '08 (2nd Place) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/534828/ A poem on my view of war, and the horrible truth. Written for Anthology of 2008, made it to the final voting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/534822/ This is all poetry I have entered into contests. They are both winners and finalists. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/534819/ A Poem inspired by "You Walk With Me" by Monty Python a musical, and for my friend Gadget when she was in a harder time of her life. This is for you Gadget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/534816/ Sweet SurrenderBy Saskia Liddick Her touch was like the black widow,Her lips full and inviting, like Soho nights.The fight was always lost when she swung,Her hips in perfect tempo, it was sweet.Sweet surrender.  His gaze never left her body as she swayed,she pantomimed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/532587/ I don't like the city I live in, but sometimes, the tiny things I can't help but notice, make me change my mind for a bit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/532579/ Some friends have been getting in relationships lately, and it made me a little jealous... this is the poem I wrote because of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/527833/ Chapter 4 The candles were flickering downward and Ezra was staring concerned as the wicks died out one by one.             “These are the last candles,” Ezra said and Soho looked up from the news paper he was reading. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/527063/ The pounding footsteps echoed from every corner of the hall, Jessica’s lungs were feeling raw and leathery by the end of the long hallway. It was much longer of a run than she had guessed the first time she ran. By the time she hit the halfway mark, her feet were wobbly and insecure as the sne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/527058/ Chapter 3             “Here if you like you can look up all of the inmates. They are alphabetized from their last names. Their numbers and their convictions are there also, some have pictures and mini-bios.” The tour guide s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/527055/ The Night Before Manhattan was sweaty and humid, that was the best way it could be described in words. It reminded Christopher Fog of a great big spider web, calling you closer and closer in with all its charm and promise of nightlife and ecstasy. Especially Thursday nights it seemed, to hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/527053/ 1963 Shadow sensed something in the air, he hadn’t known what it was as he sat in his cell, people just walking by, not casting him a glance as they went about feeding the others in confinement. There were nights, or Shadow was sure they were nights, where he could hear them screaming.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/527052/ The after math of Shadow's arrest and conviction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/527050/ An agnotiest's (that's my religion) idea of God. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/527032/ This is a poem my half-sister wrote on her facebook. She was once a narcotic, and now she's been a few years clean. With her permission, I'm putting it up here. Here's to you sissy. Liefde, Saskia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/526910/ A sonnet I wrote based on the song "Please Don't Make Me Love You" written for Dracula the Musical. Also a mix of my own affections, something more uplifting along the way, I promise. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/520123/                  Shadow’s head hurt immensely, a throbbing that continued on and on and on. Like a miner slamming his pick into the side of a mountain was the best way to describe the headache. He opened up his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/517756/ Another love poem, but in Sonnet form. The original Sonnet Form http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/500574/ A sonnet I wrote about this boy I've been smitten with for a few days. I know it's a little weird, but he's inspirational. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/498613/ Inside the building it reminded Shadow of an old Italian Architect Ezra had told him about once, the way the building arches curved and the way the ornate designs curled up the walls and across the ceiling like ivy plants. Soho couldn’t help but turn in circles as he walked, trying to soak up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/495266/ For those of you interested in the magical world of roleplaying and can't get onto my free web site, here it is. (I chose screen play because the roleplay I'M talking about is done on the computer) (For the neopet people) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/488283/ I was thinking about it, this is a poem mourning the loss of a Generation that everyone hopes will come along, but just may never. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/488013/ Drugs is Shadow's pre-mission ritual, to help him calm his nerves. Tonight though, all the crystal and weed in the world can help him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/488001/ Jason 'Shadow' Parker, a man of infamy, celebrates his immortality with friends, and prepares for a night of fate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/485261/ An Immortal man is imprisoned in the Tunnels under his city after attempting to break into the Museum. Years later a little girl is walking down the tunnels of the city on a dare, and inside finds the legendary "cage man". She realizes it is her Uncle, an http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/485259/ Just a ballad I had to vent out. It has been buzzing around in my mind for a while. It felt good to write it. - Saskia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/483030/ The first night I started thinking creatively. I was 3 or 4 years old, an age I don't remember, and don't want to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/471056/ Some love poems I wrote in class today. They are all for the same person I've had a crush on for about a year. I had to get it out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/469957/ My Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/468196/ An unborn child asks it's mother what it's life will be like once it is born. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/468182/ The Story of the Dead Lover named Jemima. It's not really a Ballad, but it sounded like a nice title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/468180/ A poem of request and acceptance. The reader of the second stanza isn't sure what they are looking for, but are sure they will find it anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/468177/ A story of how I found my inspiration to write again. This one's for you Argile Man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/468108/ I just found out my boyfriend has been cheating on me. This was what I wrote after I found out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/467280/ I know what it's like to be in pain, to feel no hope. Because I know the Darkness (A poem written after reading a Holocaust novel) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/464338/ A man remembers his lover from what feels like years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SohoNights/460324/