http://slow.writerscafe.org/tyler54cox67 The original writings of author Tyler Cox en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775457527 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My door slams shut behind me. I plop down on my bed, surveying my room. It's not exactly messy but I could tidy up. Not now though. The day's events play in my head. The quarterback calling me a freak, my teacher staring as I walk down the hall, rumors spreading like the Black Death across school. M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1249370/  You snake your way inExpecting warmth and shelterWhen you're comfortable you shed your skinNow you've over stayed your visit Your a pest nowContinuously finding your way back in You drain my wallet trying to be rid of youI have no choice but to move Evolved into a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1249358/ Sitting aloneWith no one to talk toSitting aloneListening to others converseSitting aloneAlone with only my thoughts Alone in the roomFamiliar faces smileBut I am aloneThinking, plotting, planningEyes to the brim with tearsSad and depressed, I am alone No, not a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1239048/ Its mood changes like a woman on her period. One second it's happy; birds are singing and the sun is shining. The next there are massive clouds rolling in, threatening a heavy downpour. In extreme cases there are hurricanes, tornadoes, erupting volcanoes, flash floods, and earthquakes. Sometime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1232732/ Ever since I could walk I've been abused. Beaten, told that I'm worthless, told that I'm not- nor will I ever be- loved. Things along those lines. I cut myself. To try to bleed out the pain. Everyone around me knows of it, I don't hide it. I do it on my forearms mostly, in plain view. I smoke, to tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1232710/ I went though the daliy routinethinking of only the creature. Mrs. Parker asked me a question but I was in my own world. After that I at least pretended to pay attention. When I got home Dad was acting weird; he made my favorite food and let me stay up til midnight. It was Friday so there was not th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1219539/ I woke up in total darkness. No wait, it is not dark, there is something over my eyes; a thick material. I can't place it. Without the use of my eyes, I had to rely on my other senses. A Daredevil of sorts, I have no idea where I am. I don't even know why I am here. What I do know is that I'm thirty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1219532/ I am the unproud owner of a parasite. The location from which I write this is my deathbed. And that location is in some third-world country.  If you are so bored as to read my story so far, it can not hurt for you to read the rest. So let me begin. I don't remember where I aquired this insect. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1218558/ The school day was just as boring as it usually is. My third grade teacher, Mrs. Parker, taught us about the three types of rocks- igneous, sedimentary, and metamorphic- and we learned how to write in cursive. The weirdest thing happened as we walked, single file, to the cafeteria. I was the la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1218538/ I am the king of my castle. From my perch I can view everything. Nothing goes on without my knowledge. My say is final; without question. My armies crush all enemies, with very few casualties. Our rivers are abundant with nutrients. I command almost six miles of land. Our barriers might be soft, but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1218514/ NIGHT ONE"Dad." I whimper. "Yes Jeremy?""Can you check the closet again?" Sighing Dad complies to check the closet."For the last time monsters do not live in your closet. This will be the last time. You are eight years old, this is getting out of hand." Dad opens the door, slowly. I wai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1217984/ This is the story about a "mad" doctor. Whether or not he is, that is up to you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1214718/ He bolts away from the explosion. A grenade maybe? No, the explosion was much too loud and big. Then a mortar. In this chaos he can't think; can't hear anything but his heartbeat and gunfire. His voice was lost long ago. Speaking of time, how long has it been since he's seen his wife and son? A bull.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1214706/ A man and a boy get stranded on an island while on a cruise. Will they both survive or will their hunger get the best of them? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tyler54cox67/1183206/