http://slow.writerscafe.org/DarkestStoryline The original writings of author DarkestStoryline en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007284 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “I’ll be right back, okay?”now, I may be overreactingbut the pressure of waitingentangles me with stressshe walks and walksgetting further away from my embrace“she’s been gone for how many seconds?”the seconds feel like minutesbut the minutes are centuries without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkestStoryline/1789767/ music out of a boxthe melody around my heartstringsas the notes flow through my veinsan incomplete tune at timesbut a lovely one at thatit caresses my earsand drowns stress,replacing it with ballerinas and swansyour voice used to complete its tuneits melody tied our heartstrings in a knotyou’d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkestStoryline/1789750/ Rest in peace, Bowiethe man from outer space who came and visited Earthwith such a warm embraceMay he always travel Marsas the hero he'll always beIt's difficult to hold back these tearsand I simply can not hold them backYou were no man,you were a Starmanat your old age you could've done anythingbut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkestStoryline/1706104/ My eyes peered through the fogged glass of the small, black vehicle as I navigated my way through the dreadful forest that creepily haunted the road. There were no street lights (obviously, it's a damn forest) nor any other source of light besides my headlights and the little strands of moonlight t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkestStoryline/1620652/ A freshly painted car stood in the lot we were at, it was pretty out of place. It looked brand-spanking new. The lot we were in is was really a junkyard but we call it a lot. My name's not really important but I'll tell you what my friends Pablo and Trisha call me, which is Nancy. I mean .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkestStoryline/1611728/ I don't know how to start this out so I'll just be frank with you. I haven't been quite myself for a while, I've been trembling in fear. My skin shudders at the very sound of my own breathe and my legs jump a little at the sight of my very own moving shadow. I haven't left my house for at least 3 m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkestStoryline/1583828/ What if things were to be when they weren'ta certain order people followmeant to be brokenSomething you're not used to, no?break the flow of this pissthe flow of the riverfree your mindfree fromthe illusion of patternsbreak the social normsCreativity is beautylike a rosethorns on a rosehurtful beaut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkestStoryline/1455547/ I wrote this for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkestStoryline/1433730/ Do you enjoy?I enjoy.Little things, the wind blowingchanging of leaves,trees forgetting that peacefulgreen and replacing it withcolors of a warm orange,silly yellow and an oddly sadbrowncrisp, cool autumnPumpkins and Jack o' LanternsThe smell of spiceThe scent of forgettingbeing lost in the won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkestStoryline/1433079/