http://slow.writerscafe.org/theravenstears13 The original writings of author Shannon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776156321 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Thick, rough nails clicked against the polished windowsillwhere sat the Lion chief. His all-important ego perched pristinely on hisshoulder as Zulnii gazed down through the marble and gold arch.  The waiting is what bothered him most, the agonizinghalf-life seconds that ticked by in a mon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/940592/ Lillian trembled, herhoney brown hair plastered against her neck, and her hand bracedagainst her swollen belly. Her eyes wide and fearful, shifting to amuted violet-gray hue. Her nerves were a wreck, the traits of theanimal within her growing and fading, her body changing and shifting and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/936976/ Coming Soon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/936972/ A nice little synopsis/teaser http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/936967/ (in depth description in first chapter) A fantasy land where a visionary is forced to change the views of a whole race, or forever bow at the feet of self righteous tyrants. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/936955/ How do sparks light, there between Ivoryages, Beneath the sweating palms, of the descendant of ages,Or between chilled typewriter plates,Each written word, intertwining fatesAre some born creators? More importantly, can you be born to create?Can selective few sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/920303/ Lavender and roses,Slow whispered roses,To whom do you sing to my dear?Sun kissed wheat fieldsAnd unmarred iron shields,Why do you cower in fear?Your quivering form,Your eyes so forlorn,I'm afraid your motives unclear.And what now is his?Purest drop so amiss?The poor hing has shed a tear.Oh sweety d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/913669/ You can tell her desire, by the gleam in her eyeHer secrets and fire, though she acts oh so shyYou can perceive her shudder, as the beats startSee how it matches, with the beat of her heartBetween mind and emotion, both seem to meltHer thinking is muddled as though covered in feltThe m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/900274/ You know the moment before the crash. The looming beast that has teased you from afar fr so very lng, taunting yu with it's presence even as you refuse to acknowledge it.And then the crash....Wich in retrospect is child's playWhen compared to the aftermath.The crash is so easy...A mindless fall d&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/900273/ The vicious manipulator, the predator divine,The tempest, the torrent, the animal is thineThe silken words drip from rubied lips, Your eyes stay trained upon her hipsHer crimson nails trail upon your skinCoaxing your desire from deep withinHer teeth, they graze your neck so warmHer fingers tease you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/898031/ It's been years and years since we left that house. Wow...The kind of memories that an old journal can drudge up. I'm 21 now, and as I look back on my entries, back upon the practically blind thoughts of a naive 1 year old girl. Reviewing it all as a college student, studying psychology and theology.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894458/ I'm scared.this may be the last time I ever write from this house, or from the looks of it, the last time I ever see my dad. He;s really sick and all he is anymore is angry. The scratching and scuffling is all over the house now, it started just last night and it hasn't stopped. Mom is taking Anne a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894435/ So apparently a consecration is a kind of purification ritual. Weird, I think dad just needs to see a doctor. Or go visit Reesie. I bet she'd know an herb that would fix him right up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894432/ Anne slept with me last night. She said she was hearing the scratching in her walls and that it scared her. I taught her how to talk to the goddess with her necklace like Reesie showed me. Dad looks even worse today. Mom keeps trying to get him out of the house but he just ignores her and says nasty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894430/ I think dad may have caught something while he was cleaning Anne's room. He looks really pale and he's being really irritable. It's almost like he's just putting up with us for some other reason. Kind of when mom tells me and Anne to stop fighting or else we won't get desert, and we just glare at ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894429/ Reesie gave us both pretty silver bracelets with red beads on them. She said the beads were coral. I looked it up when I got home. Apparently magick users gift coral to children sometimes to ensure good health and protection from all sorts of nasties. I wonder what she thinks we need protection from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894427/ Saw Anne today at Reesie's. She's looking way better. Aunt Reesie and i got her a a smaller version of my goddess necklace. Anne was so excited over it. Staying here tonight. Have I ever mentioned I love this house? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894425/ The doctor said it seemed like Anne had inhaled some sort of mold, so she's staying with Aunt Reesie while mom and dad sanitize her room. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894423/ Had sooooo much fun at the park today with Jess. Anne had to go to the doctor though. I feel bad for blaming her for my stuff now. I'll make it up to her when she's better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894422/ Ugh. I just talked to mom. She says that Anne hasn't left her bed all day let alone made it up the stairs. Maybe I just misplaced the scrapbook, and those grease marks could be from my boots....Whatever. Jess will be here soon, going to the park tomorrow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894420/ Ok, now I can be mad at her. I left for Jess's house today since she'd been feeling better and when I got back, my plant was on the floor again and there were greasy black smudges all over the wall beneath my wreathe. Not to mention, my scrapbook is nowhere to be found! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894417/ I think Anne was in my room. My sage plant was on the floor and the pictures I was going to put in my scrapbook were all over the floor. I can't be mad at her though, she got sick Saturday, and she really doesn't look so good. I hung my wreathe up on the wall, it's so peaceful to look at. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894416/ Aunt Reesie and i went shopping again. She got me a pretty wreathe made from dried vines. She showed me how to ask the goddess to bless it and then we wove in more vines to form a star in the middle.  She told me that the star  encased in a circle was a pentacle, and that it represented th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894415/ Wow...it's been a long time since i've wrote in this thing. The scratching and scurrying has stopped so I guess whatever it was left. Thank goodness. Mom and Aunt Reesie are getting along again, but they're both begun asking me how I'm feeling lately. a lot more just to be coincidence...maybe there'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894411/ Aunt Reesie got me a necklace today with a pretty symbol. She said it represented the goddess as mother, maiden and the wise one. It's three silver moons all joined together. A crescent on either side and a full moon in the middle. She said that id I ever feel threatened I should hold it and talk to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894336/ Aunt Reesie called me this morning to see how everyone was doing. She sounded really nervous. I guess she must not be feeling any better. She asked if I'd like to go shopping with er tomorrow. Mom said it was alright, but she looked a little annoyed. I hope everything's alright between them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894330/ Just got all situated in my new room!Turns out that mom had the contractors convert the attic into a third bedroom! now I won't have to share with Anne anymore. I love my new room, and my little sage plant looks so happy on its windowsill overlooking the garden. It's been a long day, I'm off to bed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894326/ Aunt Reesie looked really upset when we left today. She gave me a little sage plant. I learned from her that sage is used for purification. You dry out the leaves and bundle them up and burn them to cleanse a room.She also gave me a little jar of sea salt, which I know is for protection. Makes me fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894324/ Had so much fun today with Jess, Kyle and charlie! Aunt Reesie took us all to the park to watch fireworks! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894322/ Mom announced that we'll be moving back into our house soon. She said there was a surprise waiting for me there.Anne didn't look to happy. Probably because there was no surprise mentioned for her. Why are little siblings always so upset when someone gets something and they don't? Aunt Reesie looked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894307/ Last night, Aunt Reesie showed me how to make something called a mojo bag. She told me that if I put the right ingredients in it, it would protect me from all sorts of stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894303/ So, it turns out that Aunt Reesie is a witch. Not like one of those warty, ugly things you hear about in fairy tales. She asked for a copy of my window picture, she looked really confused about something. Maybe she's trying to decide where to hang the picture!She said she'd teach me a few things ton.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894302/ I've been keeping busy, helping Aunt Reesie in her herb garden. She said that if I like, she'll teach me some herb lore. My mom doesn't look to happy with the idea. I keep seeing lot's of little things around her house. Lots of silver stars and images of a man whose face is all green and leafy. <.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894301/ Overheard mom on the phone with the exterminator. Apparently, they found a bunch of rodent skeletons in the crawlspace beneath the stairs. Meaning that guy had to fit through the tiny door in the hallway closet to get them out.Gross. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894300/ The exterminator had to call in a building inspector. Apparently the...whatever it is, did some major damage to our house's structure.The guy said it was like nothing he'd ever seen before. We have to stay with Aunt Reesie for a bit while they gas the house and the contractors replace some of the su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894297/ Ok, so I'm convinced it's a possum in the attic now. I was looking through the pictures from the other day and i caught a little face and a set of eyes peeking out the attic window. Poor thing, maybe the exterminator can just get it out and relocate it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894293/ Whew! Camera's fine. Took some pictures in the garden today and they came out beautifully! Can't wait ti upload them! Jess just called, she's sick so movie night will just be Kyle and I. Who get's sick in the summer? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894289/ I just finished uploading the pictures, but they're all black and you can't see anything. I'm going to be so mad if my camera is broken. Dad's home from his business trip, so off I go for ice cream! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894286/ Those mice kept us up all night. Not like we would have slept anyway haha. Mom's on the phone with the exterminator, so I'll go download those pictures now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894283/ Woo! found my camera, it was in the living room on the end table just passed the attic doors. Must have left it there on accident. Jess is staying the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894280/ Went to Jess's today, told her about the holes. Couldn't find the camera to show her and mom though. Brought mom up to see in person, the holes looked a bit bigger to me. Maybe there multiple mice or something bigger like a possum. Couldn't see any entry holes. Going to Jess's for the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894279/ Kyle and I checked out the attic today. We had to open up the windows to air it out up there, as it smelled something awful. We found a hole in the insulation towards the front right, beneath the lowered section of roofing that covered the living room. To the left of the stairs was another hole, thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894277/ a descriptive introduction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894275/ a horror story told via the journal entries of fourteen year old Marie.(each chapter will be a separate entry, only a few sentences long, please don't be intimidated by the number of chapters) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894242/ continuation of "Alone with Yourself" as we follow your Horror *NOTE*If you have not read the chapter "Alone with Yourself" first, a lot of this will not make sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/894064/ A trip up of experimental, semi 2nd person, horror/physchology writing. Trigger warnings- rape victim is mention, widow is mention (no details) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/893856/ For best impact, read alone, at night, with the door closed and no music playing. If you are squeamish...just don't read it. Trigger warning- Rape http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/893749/ All chronologically in order, you f*****g little hoarder, you mangy piece of s**t, put down your head, bite the bit.My talents may amuse you, my movements will entrance, watch closely you b*****d, as I weave my little dance.You think you taught me what I know, you thought you could outrun, the truth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/795154/ The running and thescreaming the spur of the moment rush, the claustrophobic fear of another person’s touch. Hands rushing through the air with blinding deceit and now she’s on theground, begging at your feet. Her eyes filled up with sadness, so she can nolonger see the world, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/795142/ trdgyuh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theravenstears13/742379/