http://slow.writerscafe.org/raven94nevermore The original writings of author Steph Bates en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072662 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The first rays of the dawn warmed her face high up in the branches of a tree she had stayed watch in. Shadow, her most trusted and loyal friend, uncurled from her perch and stretched with a long yawn taking time to stretch out each one of her four legs and shake her fur of leafs and bark. Looking a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raven94nevermore/1504152/ Walking alone in the dead of night shadows dancing in the breeze as the trees whisper the secrets of the forest.  Wisps of clouds graze past the full moon casting beams of moonlight through the trees. Unseen in a black cloak she walked on through the pending darkness to the ruins of a castle o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raven94nevermore/1300510/ I see a girl in a silver caseShe doesn't have the heart of a fighterShe is not a person who can stand on her ownShe hasn't the roar of a jaguarShe is nothing but a reflectionShe is me the victimI see a girl in a silver case and she was me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raven94nevermore/1276490/ Snow flakes fall without you in my life,Your rejection like summers knife.A winters wind blow,I miss your warm glow.Skin of ice blue,The body winter slew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raven94nevermore/1276422/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raven94nevermore/1250365/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raven94nevermore/1250345/            Journal Entry #4                March 30, 2002 Day 5 of Island Life Going outside this morning I found the basket I had left at the stream was waiting by my fire pit, on the ground around the hut were bare foot pri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raven94nevermore/1226100/ I woke at dawn to chattering monkeys and lively birds. The start of day two was so far a noisy one the sky painted with magnificent colors the reflected on anything the dew drops touched. I folded up the blanket and stored it away with the pillow. Peering outside saw a large fat bird pecking at the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raven94nevermore/1226082/ Waves lapping at the side of the boat, the seagulls cry out hungry for the next meal some will not live to see. A pod of sharks hunt just off the edge of the reef jumping and leaping in the air to catch their fish sometimes getting a seagull instead. Looking down into the water all the colors and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raven94nevermore/1226057/ Sara a fresh graduate of college goes out to sea studying a coral reef. Growing up with an oceanographer and an archaeologist for parents this has fueled her curiosity for since childhood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raven94nevermore/1226020/