http://slow.writerscafe.org/Micco The original writings of author Micco Gibson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031125 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another story where it is more than it seems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/767497/ Where am I? What is this place? I don't recognize it. Strange plants, unnatural rocks beneath me, it all seems... artificial. Even when I breathe it feels artificial. Everything around me is-There's someone else. ...No, wait, it's... me. My reflection. That's weird, how is- Ouch! There's some sort .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/746467/ A story of loss. A story of true things that never happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/713841/ - - - - - - - - - - - - - The question so many before me - and no doubt after me - has asked: “What is the meaning of life?” I was laying there asking myself that. I was in a state that some may have found themselves in before; a sort of Zen, just contemplating things, mulling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/604098/ Just putting my thoughts into a story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/542912/ Another romantic poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/542119/ Love is like a flower  A seed in the ground; potential plantedNutrients in the soil; fulfillment grantedRain falling from the sky; liquid hopeSunlight shining from above; helps it cope  The seed sprouts a stem; high expectationsThe stem grows leaves; we find.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/519978/           Darkness. The city was filled with it. No streetlights guiding the disheaveled mass of destroyed cars strewn about on the roads, no lights in diners beckoning their now deceased regulars to come in for a bite to eat. The only kind of light in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/498183/ An attempt to get in touch with my Seminole culture through their storytellings of how things came to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/497330/ Introduction to the assassin and his way of killing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/483426/ An assassin that uses only blades in a modern world seeks vengeance for the death of a loved one, and will go to any length to get that vengeance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/483396/ All alone in the darkSketching out an idea in the moonlightTV flickering it's eerie colorsBlood falling on the stained coversNotebook dark as nightReflecting the spirit inside. All alone in the darkSadness overcoming all the sensesWhy did it have to end this wayIt doesn't ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/482522/ What am I?When I am there, nothing else isI can be subtle, I can be intenseI am easily broken, but hard to makeI can be sad song, I can be peaceful blissI can be long, an endless dark and winding roadI can be strong and long, or I can be awkward and briefSome seek to find me, oth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/480209/ All I do ends up in failure. Will this be different? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/475266/ The cold air surrounds me, and I realize it isn't,The water is endless and without relentI feel your presence beside me, lost in the darkI reach out with my hand, and find my markHand in hand, we ascend toward the moonlightLegs kicking in a seemingly endless flightAir is running out, we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/474055/ There is an empty hole that cannot be filled,but the feel of making music, fulfilled.Picking up the blue case,Putting the stand in place,I open the zippers and undo the straps,My heart soars at the first contact.With the wood that feels like home to my hand,I rosin up the bow, this is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/473333/ My first poetry piece. I got inspiration from the single streelight in my neighborhood, and I compared it it myself and how I felt about moving here away from where I lived all my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micco/472778/