http://slow.writerscafe.org/Decanter_Red The original writings of author Decanter Red en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996748 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lennox Kross is given a task by his master, with the theme from Leonardo Da Vinci's mural- The Last Supper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Decanter_Red/1219071/ Unmei No Zure is a deviation in fate, and it arrived to a homeless boy called Lennox Kross in the aftermath of WWI. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Decanter_Red/1219070/ Set in the (fictional) European Kingdom of Perene in the 1920s, Lennox Kross's homeless life was transformed when Klaus Radling picked him for bed warming purposes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Decanter_Red/1219068/ {*Elise*}Akira sounded so shy as he asked me the question. I stared at him, my eyes widened in curiosity. "Yes?"He scratched his head a little, and then ran his fingers through his hair. It was so reminiscent that I wanted to giggle, but held back for fear of making him even more nervous. Hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Decanter_Red/1200192/ {*Akira*} Freedom. It tasted like the first dewdrop a prisoner licked upon release from prison, or a lunch that a hostage ate with his own hand after the kidnappers let him go. Yet, no matter how sweet the feeling tasted, it could leave you at a slight loss. Because, after the long period of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Decanter_Red/1199433/ "White, your father is at the lobby now." The receptionist phoned dutifully."Thank you, Charlie." Growing up, the Eurasian boy was used to phone calls like that- his father's visits, messages and some other people who knew of his lonely existence in the service apartment. Father, like many o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Decanter_Red/1198882/ Ellen was a combat-hardened fighter. Adrian, an equally tough mercenary, abducted her under superior orders. 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The most significant feature of him was the headful of lush, black hair which had a greenish tint, just like mine. Most children here had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Decanter_Red/1197888/ {*Akira*}How do you begin to untangle confusion and sort them into neat piles?You ask questions, of course. Each question is like a box, containing the unknown answers, and that eas how I started out in the cleaning up the mess I was born into.The first question I asked was why my mother.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Decanter_Red/1197887/ In Victoria Heart Orphanage, both Akira and Elise share harsh histories, black hair and dreams. This is a tale of youth, faith, and the dirty truth of life based in a the fictional city of Stratsee. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Decanter_Red/1197885/