http://slow.writerscafe.org/SherlockedAlice The original writings of author Milady_Alice_Clare en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109969 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “BRIT FOUND GUILTY OF DOUBLE MURDER Felch also convicted of kidnapping UK tourist and assaultRome, Italy - British national George Felch, 42, has been found guilty of the murders of Italian citizens Carlos D’Angelo and Vittorio Rinaldi in an expected verdict delivered yesterday by a co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2959123/ “We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.”    William JamesFortunately for George the police had poured onto the beach then, greeted by his screams. They had surrounded George, pushed him to the ground and clicked handcuffs ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2959122/ “I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”- Bram Stoker, DraculaAfter two days of rest on the sofa, Sofia agreed I was strong enough to leave the apartment. Despite her attention and eagerness to ensure my every .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2959121/ “The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too.” Vincent van GoghGabriel had turned to gaze out of the window, his arm raised and braced against the wall. The question was on the brink of my lips, almost bursting f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2959120/ “The art of the sailor is to leave nothing to chance.” Annie Van De Wiele The doctor, being satisfied that I was rehydrated, my injuries superficial and that I was recovering well, discharged me the next day, much to my relief. I would be more comfortable at Sofia’s apartment .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2959119/ "So that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts, seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again."Virginia WoolfMy memory of the rest of that impossible night is vague, just flashes of the night sky, the relentless .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2959118/ “There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.”Herman MelvilleOn our trip out on the Salacia, Gabriel had briefly explained the complex current patterns of the Mediterranean to me. And if George frequent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2958319/ “Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.”   GandhiThunder cracked, echoing around the empty shack, the weak timbers rattling. Rain pelted down relentlessly, like nails hammered into the roof. My arms were wrenched bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2957038/ “Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean.”     Samuel Taylor Coleridge An unsettling quiet stole across the room, the air growing heavy with charged apprehension. George’s neck straightened, like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2955757/ “I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.”Walt WhitmanA thin shroud of frost crusted over the body, bleaching his skin ghostly pale. The ice had stiffened his hair to a crow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2954944/ “I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.“- Helen Keller Over the next few days, I marvelled at Gabriel’s unshaken humour in spite of my suspicions. He accompanied Sofia, Luca and I o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2953916/ “Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery.“-  Henry Wadsworth LongfellowI blinked, trying to dispel the thickening cloud confusion and conflict in my head. Gabriel, with his quiet conviction and sun-warmed smile, couldn’t .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2952717/ Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.”- Ralph Waldo EmersonUnder the stream of hot water, with the night still clinging faintly to my skin, I couldn’t decide if I was falling in love or letting my imagination snatch my rationality away; the taste of sea salt lingered on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2951692/ “Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.”�" André GideLight crept surreptitiously through the shutters and I gazed at it, my cheek resting on my hand. The hands of the clock arched in obtuse angle at ten past eight. I almost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2951034/ “The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.”�" OvidI had always wondered why, in books and movies, people screamed when they discovered or saw a dead body. I never understood it. A dead body couldn’t harm you, unless it was oozing deadly pathogen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2950094/ “The ocean is more ancient than the mountains and frightened with the memories of the dreams of time.“ -H.P. LovecraftThat afternoon, as the road wound down through olive groves and scattered stone walls, we talked easily, about everything except Francesco’s disappearance. Sof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2949295/ “He who lets the sea lull him into a sense of security is in very grave danger.”     �" Hammond Innes There was a lightness to the afternoon I hadn’t felt in weeks, as if meeting Gabriel had somehow lifted something, but even as I laughed, I caught the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2948315/ “The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach �" waiting for a gift from the sea.”�" Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the SeaI saw him before he saw me, standing just at the edge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2948314/ “She had always loved the sea. It was so vast and yet so intimate.”�" Virginia Woolf, To the LighthouseI closed my eyes and leaned into the sea breeze, letting it stream through my loose hair. The sun kissed my skin passionately like a lover, urging me to remove my clothes. I rais.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2948313/ Chapter One“The cure for anything is salt water �" sweat, tears, or the sea.”�" Isak DinesenI remember I felt free, standing at the rail, face turned into the breeze, bathed in the warm sunlight. My heart lifted. All around me was open blue sky, clear air and the vastness o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2948312/ Jenny expected her Italian holiday to be a tranquil escape. But when she stumbles upon a corpse hidden in the rocks, her relaxing vacation quickly turns into a nightmare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2948311/ 17th September 2021I'm staring up at the departure board. There are four flights listed. Adrian notes that our usual spot in the small waiting area has been taken. I'm staring at the first flight on the board, the three o'clock flight to Oslo. It's two fifty six right now. I dig out my phone and qui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2792619/ An account of being in a long distance relationship, spending three months in England away from my boyfriend in Norway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/2792614/ The child was sobbing pathetically, clutching at her torn tunic, her weak frame shaking with terror. He licked his lips, savouring the thought of squeezing every last drop of blood from her heart. He could feel the heat of her blood trickling through his fingers, the vivid red stark against the grim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1947439/ I See You by Alice Holdstock Chapter OneThere is something magical about weddings. After the ceremony, the breakfast and the speeches, when the music begins, and the shoulders begin to relax. The fascinators are discarded, the ties loosened and the stiletto heels discreetly cast off, the mood eases... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1902939/ It starts with bit of a downer, but it is essential for the rest of the story, so please bear with, because it is serious stuff. When you get to the age of twenty four and you haven't met a guy you're the slightest bit interested in, or anyone who is interested in you, you begin to wonder. Am I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1616409/ So this is a story about me. I have always kind of thought of myself as a heroine. Most people I meet probably think I have a pretty boring life and am a dull person, and I wouldn't necessarily dispute that. So I doubt I come across as the type of girl who could drive a plot, be it in a movie or boo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1610695/ Poem I just wrote about sleep as I am currently very tired and really need to sleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1590217/ This poem is dedicated to someone close to me who died recently. 'He was my friend' is a quote from The Hobbit movie that Bilbo says about Thorin. It really sums what someone meant to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1559822/ As she stood waiting on the doorstep after ringing the bell, she thought she must look a right state; her scruffy Converses and baggy work shirt, her make-up faded and smudged, her hair in its post-work flop. Not quite the dazzling heroine, with her hair blowing seductively in the wind, dressed imma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1532603/ I love being outside and I love the sea. Recently a friend and I drove to the coast and strolled along the pier http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1532590/ He heard his bedroom door open. Seconds later, his mother's voice scolded him, telling him to get out of bed. Did he know what time it was? He rolled over, mumbling something incoherent. His mother's footsteps retreated and the door closed. Some time later, she shouted she was going out and that the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1520605/ I wrote this a good few years ago when I was feeling a bit low. I don't know where the ideas sprang from but it has always remained really special to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1261906/ I wrote this in contribution to a book of poetry for the British actor Tom Hiddleston who I'm a big admirer of. So completely inspired by him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1196402/ Fred stood, gazing out of his bedroom window. His tie slung loosely round his neck, his shirt half unbuttoned and untucked. His hands resting lazily in his trouser pockets, his expression vacant.His friend and companion, Chris, lounged, still in his favourite striped pyjamas, in an armchair, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SherlockedAlice/1188806/