http://slow.writerscafe.org/thewildwoodfox The original writings of author Wildwood Fox en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062872 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I try so hard to close my eyes to fall asleep and dream something sweet.But I can't.I lie here awake tossing and turning trying to fall asleep.But I can't.I lie still, staring into the black empty space around me, hopingthatmyheartwillstopbeatingsofastandmymindwillstopthinking.But it won't.Back to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1224736/ Deep in the forest where the ivy grows strong lies something that is untouched.Deep in the wood where the thorns are sharp lies something that is hidden.Deep in the trees where the ground is still soft lies something forgot.Deep in the groves where the children play is  a place they should not&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1224230/ The broken silence, the inescapable abyss.Pulling me under with it's black turning waters.Filling my ears with such a lonely silence.Soaking my clothes with it's heavy weight. Choking my lungs of their precious air. Making my body go limp in it's grasp,Holding me under with unseen hands,Dragging me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1210461/ I am curious to see, to see how it would be, to stand in your shoes.Would they be to large? Would they be to small?Would they fit better than my own?I am curious to see, to see how it would be, to sit where you have sat.Would it be to quiet?Would it be to loud?Or would it be just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1203275/ It's sound is so calming, the water so inviting.The wave's tips so white, the water so black.The clouds, they throw it into shadow, the moon makes it glisten like silver.It calls out to me, inviting me in, I ease to the edge, my toes all wet. The water is warm the black a bit unnerving.It whispers m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1197681/ Nathan looked outside his window, at thick fog had formed a thick white wall in front of it, blocking out everything in the outside world. "Nathan, you ready yet?" the voice of  his best friend Seth called out. "Yeah" Nathan replied grabbing the strap on his worn duffle bag."What took you so lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1188867/      It was cold, and windy. A man walked alone down one of the many streets in the town of Bastille. It was rather quiet tonight, you would have your random stranger walk past every now and again but they were the drunk or homeless and paid no mind to the man that was walking sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1187590/ Magica is about a boy who falls into a world of magic and wonder. He slowly begins to find that this captivating world is not all that it seems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1187583/ You loved meAnd I loved him.You saw me, but I saw him.I broke your heart,And now I'm breaking.He's moved on.Yet here I stay,If only I had the courage to sayHow much I wished you hadn't gone away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1186536/ They  look but they do not see.I am here, but only to me.They look but to them I am hidden.Even to those who love me most, nothing more than a stranger.I am not seen, just looked at.A spirit in the world of the living.Darkness trapped in a world of light. A cage of flesh and bone,A key of paper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1185869/ Day by day.Hour by hour.Moment by moment, Everything moves faster.I am turtle, moving slow and steady.Time is the hare, going swiftly and promptly by.The world moves with it, trapped in its speedy motion.I sit idly, watching everything pass me by.Time moves to quickly for me I thinkI'd be happier if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1182408/ A rose so beautiful and delicate. So sweet, so deadly.A prick on the finger for those who touch.A small sense of victory for those who are cut.So sweet and light!So sweet even when hidden in the night.A bud blooms a new,Always enticing you.A rose for your love, A thorn for you.A flower that dies,A f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thewildwoodfox/1182402/