http://slow.writerscafe.org/theinspiration The original writings of author theinspiration en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776381826 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I froze in complete concentration. I was not going to let it win this time, I say that every single time but I know that I am sure of it! I can feel it as I crouched down into a pouncing position, claws at the ready. No matter how fast the red dot on the wall moved, my eyes followed. My ears lay fla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theinspiration/1162968/ Why is it that,the best things in lifeare UNSEEN?Like kiss, cry and dream? Why is is that,the worrst things in lifeARE SEEN?Like pain, death, and sorrow? Why is it that,we never think aboutthese CRAZY things? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theinspiration/1162959/ I love zombie for some strange reason and I felt like writing a poem about them! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theinspiration/1162655/ Master of DisguiseFooling everyone with your lies.It's your perfect disguise.So tell me,How will you feel once your revealed.Yes it was I,Who revealed all your lies.Never again, will I fall back in your arms.Because all you bring is harm.I feel sorry for the ones,who didn't think it was for fun, eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theinspiration/1161832/ Knock knock... Why don't you answer? Knock knock...I'm trying to help.Knock knock...What's going on in there?Knock knock...I'm trying to break through.Knock knock...I've got bruises on my knuckles.Knock knock...I can't get through.Knock knock... You can trust me.Knock knock...I'm bleeding now.Kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theinspiration/1161831/ The bloody knife slid out of my hand and to the floor. I looked at Annie's motionless body that lay before me and back at my blood soaked hands. What Have I done? I've committed a crime, the realization hits me like a hard blow to the chest aa I back up against the wall and sink down to the floor. M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theinspiration/1161827/ I nervously sipped my water as my captor persued my every movement. I tried my best to not let my fear show but I wasn't doing a very good job. He grabbed his stake knife and walked over to me. With every step I panicked inside. Crouching down he looked me in the eyes. His eyes were as black as his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theinspiration/1161825/ What would you do for the one you love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theinspiration/1161822/