http://slow.writerscafe.org/sweedishjohnson The original writings of author bob en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987336 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm a 17 year old kid and am getting ready for whatever I actually want to do with my life and I guess I was just thinking a lot about my future and what I want to make of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1341568/ dead leaves fall to the hard ground, scattered everywhere leaving it difficult to think, these dead leaves blanket the earth, they soar off into the sky and slowly ease their way back down, as they soar off in to the sky my mind starts to follow,&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1330607/ Jamie is walking through a graveyard in the mid dark night, not a soul around, wondering what the light will have for her next. Its pitch black and all you can see are the graves and the path she walks. Moonlight creeps in from behind the trees. She feels a presence, there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1306093/ The city is burning as we speak, but all the people are smiling, waiting for the new light to shine down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1295605/ The city is burning, but all the people are smiling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1295139/ A troubled detective with no family and feeling alone in the world stumbles upon a suicide that changes how he feels about his own life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1295130/ walks through graveyards in the mid dark nightnot a soul aroundwondering what the light will have for me nextits pitch black all you can see are the graves and the path you walkmoonlight creeps in from behind the treestheres a soul herea soul like no others.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1186746/ Death is a beautiful thing. Dying a beautiful death is what I hope for. I’m just taking the money out of the empty bank account. I want to leave. I want to give my last breathe to the wilderness, but before I do that I want to run free, and not have a care in the world. Forget y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1186626/ One way street signs point in the direction of the wrong path. The wrong path for the adventurous spirit. Trees and rubble block the path I seek. The path they hold in front of me is stalking me. Burnt out brains and threads of the baseball reach to the point of questioning.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1186617/ Children walk silently to the circus. Holding the hands of their parents. They don’t say a word... they sit down...the children look at their parents and ask... “Is it over?” children’s eyes filled with tears. The parents don’t say a word.The ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1186615/ Your mouth only speaks to control... You have no mind... Just ignorant principles that surround your everyday thinking. But you take those ignorant principles and try to force them into the minds of the youth. People are blind... They don’t even see it happening to themselves. I won’t b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1186613/ run from themtheir selfish minds are focused on things that they shouldn’t care abouttoo many restricting arms around youall you want to do is rebelwe can accomplish many great thingsgo to many great placesbut what I’m afraid of is what you’re going to hope .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweedishjohnson/1186065/