http://slow.writerscafe.org/MediocreMemory The original writings of author MediocreMemory en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776074801 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Beginning of a new series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/691092/ A conversation between two people through emails. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/687967/ Olive giggled to herself as she read her book. It was a comedy and a rare thing for her to enjoy the genre. She had a good life that filled her with enough joy to keep her from needing to substitute with literature. Many people found it queer that she read only dark and brooding novels- mostly true-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/687963/ Written by hands that bleed, the letters merge together."Death is all that's left" can be read through the drips.The photo album was torn apart and pinned to the wall. Smiling faces stare down from all angles, yet happiness is not conveyed.Their eyes watch as she brings the pills that won't be taken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/614438/ A chapter in The Stalstrom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/573867/ A small piece I came up with when playing with my niece and her baby doll. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/562340/ Ely dusted off his filthy hands and looked out at the trees dotting the horizon. It was a beautiful place here. The tiny house sat in the middle of a large field of freshly cut grass surrounded by a beautiful forest. He could hear the birds chirping in the distance and the sun shown high in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/558204/ Billy is introduced to the crew as he joins The Stalstrom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/530495/ Bits and pieces from the current story line that I am working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/530494/ This is just a piece I typed up for a character in the story I'm working on. I will try to get one up for each character. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/517373/ Just a silly piece I wrote about Left 4 Dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/491390/ A figure in the doorway blocked the light from entering thesmall area leaving only a small stream of moonlight to see by. A hood hid anyface the form had from view. It entered slowly, breathing heavily as ifrecovering from a long run. Upon closer examination, it saw a crumpled man by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/479029/ Very short open poem. Nothing unusual from me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/476439/        Drained of all emotion, I sit here before myself. No matter how I look through my own eyes I cannot see a reason to feel again. I have not been hurt too deeply, and I have not hurt anyone too deeply. This feeling is unexplainable. There is nothing there and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/473014/ Just a small piece I wrote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/472945/ A piece from a story I have started on but may not finish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/469336/  Something broken, shattered insideyou came in and revivedFeeling so lost and misusedyou made me feel so confusedI pine for you and eagerly awaitto hear your voice when I awake I flush with guilt at every wordand every soft laugh heardI’m scared to say this is con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/465283/ In memory of a loved one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/463172/ First person, extremely short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/463170/  Twisting and writhing on the ground, these worms will not die.We have taken from them every shred of dignity they possessed.Why do they continue to fight us? We have cut their limbs, severing many, still they crawl.We have made them genderless, heard them squeal like pigs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/463167/ This is just a short story I started as part of Drathir and Elota's background. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/463152/  Elota woke reluctantly, dusk was setting in and she began to wonder how long she had been out. She went to her library and searched through the fresh books sitting on a cart in the center of the room. Suddenly she realized what had happened and as she began to panic, she tossed the book form.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/463150/  Gnarthok sat in the small hidden library, deep within the castle. The walls of books surrounding him filled the room with a smell tinged with mold and decay. The dimly lit area was barely large enough to fit the long wooden table and ragged chair at the center. He was focusing his thought on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/463145/  Rasdar and Abran had been traveling for nearly a month, headed north towards Valdur. It was long and strenuous, but they had to make it. Something urged them on. They weren’t sure if it was knowledge or curiosity, but it was strong. They did not know what awaited them and though the ad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462972/ Hail to the king as his queen f***s his brother. Sinking further into desperation they cannot be blamed.The lord’s shame grows with every failed seed. An heir must be born and if not fathered by him, then by lies. He burned his former wives as they gave only daughters. He raped his d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462772/ He sits alone, watching them build up their false hopes and dreams with disdain.How he pities these fools who leech the mortality from the good and willing.Will they ever forge their own path, alone?Will they ever repay the debts they continually increase?They beg for mercy from those of gre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462770/ He feels her breath on her skin, gasping in vain.Claw marks leave streaks of gore on his arms as he holds her fragile neck.So young, so beautiful.Her chest no longer heaves and he releases.How graceful she falls as her body crumples to the floor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462767/ The sky seems to dim as the world is swallowed on the horizon.A moment of silence through the screams as wide eyes stare out.A sudden burst of bright red as the earth is swallowed wholeand the world is finally at peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462734/  Elota watched as drops of water dripped from the grate above her. She cupped her hands beneath it, catching a small pool and licking it from her palms. She could hear the pleas of the man in the cell beside her echo through the stone chamber and she closed her eyes, trying to drag her mind f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462714/  Drathir led his exhausted horse down the dirt path. He had been traveling for weeks, heading to Belcliff. He had planned to find hired work there so that he could afford a boat. He was not rushed; he had plenty of time to wander Morden before heading to Ironhollow. He had heard stories of Be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462712/  The warriors came into view of Goldpine, figures of beasts spread across the horizon. Villagers began to gather at the road reaching out to the oncoming large group. The dark haired man who rode ahead of them slightly was wearing studded leather armor that exposed most of his upper body. He .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462711/  Farran walked through his fellow warriors in the dining hall. The stink of greasy exposed flesh lingered unwanted in his nostrils. The sight around him turned his gut as if wanted to spill. He was used to the scenes in the room, but still he wanted no part of their making.Women and men flo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462709/  The prophet woke, startled. She was covered in a cold sweat. Her body was old, coming to its end, but her mind was as fresh as ever. She couldn’t shake the vision she had from her dream. The scroll! She didn’t know who or what, but it threatened to take the scroll from its cave. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462708/  I’m dying Malvarius thought.He looked at himself in the standing mirror before him. Lines covered his withered face, and as he touched his cheek, his hand felt like aged leather. His hair which was once a deep brown was now a charred grey and his eyes reflected memories long past. Hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462707/ The King is dying with no heirs to the throne, but his advisor, Gnarthok, has one final hope for him. However, something terrible will be unleashed if this hope is brought to fruition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462705/  CHAPTER SEVEN “My lord, we have considered your proposal and have come up with a solution.” The council speaker sat at the center of the half circle table in the center of the room. The council chambers were almost as ornate as the throne room but with many more bolts of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462703/  CHAPTER SIX Elota had very few men left in her command and after managing to escape the Murdans with their lives, she sent them home declaring their service to this war finished. She was proud of them and wished there were something more she could do to reward them for their valor. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462700/  CHAPTER FIVE Nalina sat in her study, reading from a thick book filled with Endemic script. She took joy from the knowledge of the past and gorged herself on the lessons they taught her. The one she was indulging in today was of the Ancient God Setherus, protector of the high sun. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462698/  CHAPTER FOUR              Farran wondered what he was doing as he neared the location the lieutenant had scrolled on the parchment. Had he gone mad? Something was driving him and he had to come to terms with it. Never bef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462695/  CHAPTER THREE Lord Malvarius sat as his throne, looking out over the many Dukes gathered before him. They were pathetic men who have never seen war. These men had been pampered their whole life and have never known the pain of hunger or felt the weight of a weapon in their hands. Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462694/  CHAPTER TWO Drathir watched Elota as she walked up the steep hill. Her face was covered with grime from the battle and her armor was smeared with gore. He had hidden himself behind a large tree, it was dark but he did not want to chance being seen. Elota saw him signal her and conti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462693/  Farran looked across the battlefield. Blood covered the bodies of fallen men and women scattering the ground. A man who had fallen beside him gasped in what Farran knew would be his last breath and he watched as the man’s life faded away into nothing. The stench of brimstone from the v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462692/ The remaining races are at war for control of the ever decreasing land. Drathir and Elota may have a solution that may end the war for good with the help of an unlikely ally, Farran. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MediocreMemory/462691/