http://slow.writerscafe.org/Elanra The original writings of author Elanra en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033815 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Guilty I found him atmy door A pair of jeanstore on the kneesAnd a blacksweatshirtWith pulled upsleevesHe had a bagnext to himA hand so tightwith white knucklesGripping onto itby the rim “Must havesheltered from the rain&rdq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/493319/ PROLOGUE “Please… please no. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” My heart raced painfully in my chest trying to tear meopen. My blurred sight couldn’t catch a glimpse of the deluging world around meas I ran through it.  I couldn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/489959/ Addition to my Blue Light Series... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/489909/ My Last Exile  Cold breeze stirs the covers on my bedI turn my head expecting to see deathNo black hooded figure stands at my doorWho has come to claim my soul The scorching pain whirls inside meGreedily sucking life out of my bodyAshen tears stin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/488648/ The first thing that Melody felt when she woke up was the throbbing pain on her arm. She was lying on the floor facing the lockers, she had been held against. Melody sat up slowly and turned around. As she saw the scene in front of her, her blood drained away from her fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/485434/ So the Willow Died  Pouring rain was cleansing the earthRising vapor was causing a blurHe listened her words as he watched the rainUnable to shake the feelingThat it was all in vein A lightning flashed th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/482358/ Knock, Knock, Knock….Melody tried not to wake up. Held on to her dream tightly but the double door with burning blue flames was already drifting away. She tried to go back when Ms. Dana’s –the lady which comes to wake them up- voice infiltrated her dream. She wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/480070/ My  Moonlit Theme She was sitting in a cold roomWrapped in a blanketGazing into the empty screenHaving a déjà vuOf the same mesmerizing dreamOnly the full moon was thereTo witness her surrenderTo her moonlit themeThe frozen emb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/478926/ When I was deadI had seen an angelWho sat by the same abyssEveryday and everynight I remember everyone avoided himSome out of disapprovalSome out of fearAnd a very few of themOut of respect Since the angel had fallenFor a living woman&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/477108/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/476201/  November which darkened her life passed lazily darkening her days too. Then left this mission to December which seemed more pretentious and ambitious than itself. It had been three weeks since she was thrown over by her own mother. She should have been in Los Angeles already because Melo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/473330/   _ “Melody Beloven, please get to the Principal’s Office.”_ “Melody Beloven, please get to the Principal’s Office.”     All the heads in the classroom suddenly turned to her... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/473235/ Qoute from the book: "If it means that I cant live with you then please Jonathan... let me die with you." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/473228/ A fair dream travels my mind,as a reminder of you,a reminder of me,of us.......But it fades away slowly,doesn’t matter how much I hold on to it,cause it's a dream,it always has been,like you...like me...like us.......Digesting things were told,never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/473142/ The Story of the OceanWaves were washing the shoreWith the same ancient patienceAs they did for thousand yearsAnd she sat there beside the waterHer eyes fixed on a spot on horizonImitating the vast patienceOf the gleaming oceanShe had sat there for so longShe couldn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/472595/ When an Angel FallsI woke up today to a grey dayLooked out of the windowSearching the lake and the bayThe lake was frozenThe bay was emptyTrees shivering as if they were coldBirds flying away to a warmer worldI walked outside to understandWhy was the world griev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/472586/ My Stolen WordsI woke up in that so called ‘room’Felt the pressure of emitting gloomMy shield of reserved good old memoriesOnce again pulverized into thousand piecesSilence was pulsing forcefully in airWith a single endless ring in my earAbusing my thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elanra/472584/