http://slow.writerscafe.org/crazyidiot The original writings of author ghost writer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010895 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 IHad an Old cedarTree in myBackyard and itIs TallAnd big And strongNot to say thatIt is a most lovelyShade of red and brownLike BronzedClay that sitsserenely,Heavily, on thescorched, parchedGround that islovingly tended to andWatered .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/752574/ It's 11 o'clock at night. I am reporting this with risk to my life. 'They' respond to any sound, or any source of light. unfortunately, my voice fulfills the sound part, and this recorder fits the bill for light source. Everything has gone wrong. they're here. i need to end this now. To any survivor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/719116/ it's 2 am here, and i've just entered the reactor room. It's worse than what we originally expected. the reactor is hissing, and steam is filling the room. our metal gears were fogging up and even the traction on our boots was beginning to fail. Hiro began running diagnostics, and apparently, the nu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/719115/ i don't know what to title this, just saw the girl i have a crush on today, and she won't go two words with me. and she's so sociable with everyone else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/718743/ Day 1:Micro-recorder, Kenzo Masamune.Worker, Fukushima Nuclear reactor. It's six p.m here, and it's still light out. I am looking at our ruined reactor, and i think philosophically to myself, how many lives will be taken if we fail in our jobs? How many lives will be taken if we screw up? The n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/714726/ Day 1:Micro-recorder, Kenzo Masamune.Worker, Fukushima Nuclear reactor. It's six p.m here, and it's still light out. I am looking at our ruined reactor, and i think philosophically to myself, how many lives will be taken if we fail in our jobs? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/714722/ chapter 2 of resistance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/710144/ about my morning cup of coffee and what it means to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/696634/ it's pure, unadulterated love for a girl.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/687553/ i felt kinda murderous and crazy today, good thing i didn't go to school... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/682597/ my sis had to do a small poem on war, and i was wondering, if WAR had always to be about bloodshed. and isn't love a battlefield in itself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/672517/ the lights of the lampare sparklingin the hot humid air around my bedand in your deep brown eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/660042/ a skulduggery fanfic. it's only gonna be one shot, and i'm still deciding whether i'm gonna kill him off depending on the reviews i get for this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/657124/ love. it's a tether that keeps us all down to earth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/655746/ i had some time, and i felt like it so there it may not be very good, but it's got my soul in it, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/655745/ i still remember,the days, of november,when the snow fell, like a thick blanket. when we were both young,carefree, and free.and at that point in time,it did not matter and i looked into your eyes,we both smiled,a private moment, and said: "i love you" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/648242/ heartbreak http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/648175/ decided to do a bit of emo poetry for fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/645455/ i still remember the hot summer's dayunder the oak treewhere you used to layi still remember the smell of your hairof sunflower yellow,a quick, teasingdare.i still remember the note that you left,that you were leaving andthere grew something newa split in reality, between me and youi still remember .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/645310/ Chapter 1.        The safe house roof stood out starkly from the surrounding halo of light, a grey monolith against the crimson bleed of the rising sun. Klaus rubbed the bags under his eyes, fingering the small knife he kept for self defense. He felt the adrenaline .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/635209/ Klaus ran, his breath roaring through his nose and puffing out from his narrow mouth. His blond hair, long and matted flowed through the wind, hanging down to his shoulders from his fringe as the skinny frame squeezed into nooks and crannies that no Nazi could ever fit into. He stopped, squeezed, al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/635208/ this was inspired by muse's resistance :) MUSE!!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/635207/ Sadness.             The gusty wind whirled itself against my coat with a cold, calculated vengeance, the cold knifing deep into the only part of my not covered with thick clothing. My ankles began to numb, and I briefly rubbed them, fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/614514/ Happiness.              Ben rushed into the office, sheen of sweat covering his normally immaculate face. There would be time to tidy his appearance up later. For now, he had to face his boss’s brand of music. The pale, pasty whit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/614513/ love is an adventurethat we all embark uponand we express it in different ways,i'll write it like a song. cos when love fills you up,even when you're down,you'll think of that special someone andlove will clothe you like a gown. this is to that special someonewho real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/614041/ the one in a million,no, maybe none can compare to your eyes,when they sparkle inthe light of my bedsidelamp. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/611797/ they trickle down your facewet rivers of sorrowthe fear of tomorrow,facing it alone. they flow down your cheekscumulative painpent up fromweeks of suppressed anger. they drip off your chinleaving a moist trail on your skinlike a snailcarrying its heavy burden&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/603708/ remember the feelings remember the day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/600965/ the presidents all gathered roundthe campfire at night,oh, it was such a sight! men in business suits, sitting round a firetrading battle stories, with greater annoyance and ire. "I was shot." said Roosevelt,"so was I" came Abraham's shout"i went to war with Iran" .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/596644/ The boat rocked gently, the old wood cabin riddled with pockmarked bullet holes. Gun smoke still lingered on the air, and blood was spattered inside the cabin. A man, not more than 15 years old, stirred. The body of the woman that had been protecting him had stained the flaxen shirt a dark red, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/593544/ took me forever to write this, and even longer to come up with the chords. -_- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/586861/ another haiku. i'm beginning to get obsessed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/582946/ haiku again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/578523/ it's a compilation of haiku's about love that i did in school today. bored, you see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/577000/             Emergence.             The fulfilling of one’s dream, the finding of oneself. That is what emergence means to me. To have fulfilled one’s dream, means to hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/576648/ Victoria school Prelims 1 2010 Topic 4. The morning sun shone through the opened curtain and on to my face. I sat up groggily and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I was not exactly a morning person. Swiping my hand phone off the table, I checked for the messages, groaning. My wife, M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/576638/ haiku attempt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/576599/ to be with sumone special http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/571972/ just a little short story i decided to come up with. this story is one that's going to be updated when i have the time and feel like it, so enjoy the prologue for today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/567671/ or rather a lack of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/565714/ love is a tricky thing,it does not hesitate, it doesn't blink.  love is gentle,love is kind. love is yours, but best of al;l, love is you, and youre mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/564604/ your brown eyes filled with tearsand the accumulation of pain from across the yearsyour voice broke as you said:"i don't want to see you, ever again." your words stabbed deeper than you could see, felt as though you'd  wounded me mortally,a deep, grave wound no herb could hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/563263/ about a man who is relieved of his earthly body http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/562427/ jacob ellen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/556246/ about a flight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/556245/ it seems innocent enough. 52553. dare you take a closer look http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/555552/ its about a guy. and a girl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/554195/ spooky story. pls comment.2008-09-20 Halloween. All Hallows Eve. Whatever. Halloween, the night when things roam. Things that go bump in the dark. Things that howl at the moon. Most of them are fake. But some of it is real. Some of it is not masked. Horrible deeds were pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/553393/ you've probably heard this one b4 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/553383/ it's an early morning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazyidiot/553379/