http://slow.writerscafe.org/writernerd The original writings of author Tomahawk Joe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992447 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Reign Falwell could  see and hear his labored breathing. Normally he walked with the quiet stealth like a wild beast.However someone followed behind him hiding themselves in the dense fog. What bothered him most was not knowingwho it was that followed him. One thing was fairly ce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writernerd/1690027/ I tugged in frustration at the chain that held the board that was my bed to the wall. The chain was more solidly attached  than I expected judging from the decrepit state of the walls it was attached to. I rested for a few minutes I put my head in my hands in discouragement.    &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writernerd/1244202/ They say life's a path yes that's what they say.You choose your own path you go your own way.I say life's a river it moves on it's ownit cuts a channel and you come along.       Along its stream you see many sights some beautiful days.some dark unknown nights you take m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writernerd/1224291/ The man in the frame the dead shell that you see. That's just what the world expects  me to be.        Sometimes I gaze outside its confines when I do I see the real me the one only I can see.        But then I feel pity for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writernerd/1222516/ A very short semi fictional account http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writernerd/1217979/   My heart's a shield for those whose piercing arrows feel. With each new arrow I feel less pain and maybe even count as gain. 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