http://slow.writerscafe.org/lonestarsarah715 The original writings of author S. Waldo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049690 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The ocean and all of its mysterious wonders is a constant in my mind--nothing says peace and tranquility than the sounds of the ocean http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1816352/ A cool, cloudless night had fallen and the Amor de Cofresi had been traveling at a steady pace. Henri stood solid at the helm, steering them silently through the dark. Once they had put England far behind them, Graciella had sat down with Marie and discussed their situation. The girl was to be in Gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1770903/ Along the first mile, Marie managed to steal the biggest item she had ever stole�"a horse. A beautiful chestnut mare with a black mane and tail. Unfortunately, she did not come with a saddle, only a bridle. But, since Marie was originally of the country, she knew how to ride bareback. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1770901/ On the opposite side of London, where the rich dwelled with their furs and jewels, expensive town homes and priceless carriages, was a tall, graceful soldier. He stood at the end of the great hall in his small but lavishly decorated manor that overlooked the river. Gazing in a massive gold mirror, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1770899/ The bumpy ride along the River Thames lasted for a little over one mile. Their driver pulled the horses to a jolting halt and jumped down to open the carriage door. Mr Douglas exited first, turning to offer his assistance to Graciella. Sh was never one to be pampered or treated as a lady, but she gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1770897/ Throughout the next two years, Graciella turned her shipping company into a European-wide industry. She had gained two more ships�"a Spanish Galleon and a small schooner�" as well as two new employees in the former owner’s sons. Young Marco, a spry young 20 year old, wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1770896/ Cascading down the ivory backDeep golden waves blanketed her body. Her slim figure curved towards the seaVanishing away to cerulean scales of sapphires. Eyes, like the ocean, from raging to peacefulLooked out over the crests at the awaiting ships. She is seductive as a temptress, q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1580798/ Graciella spent the next two weeks making plans for her journey. Unfortunately, she was unable to book passage of her own to the Caribbean. Her misfortune continued for another month. She had to let go much of the estate’s servants, leaving only Amancio employed. Eventually, Graciella came to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1580604/ It had been several years, almost a decade, since Graciella had gazed out at the coast. She had long forgotten how the salty seas had flowed rapidly through her veins. It was as if she had been born straight out of those humongous crashing walls of angry water. Her once royal blue eyes had faded to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1580596/ 15 April 1835How I remember his voice, so smooth and deep; I think that is what ultimately won my mamá’s corazón. She was the very image of the Virgin Mother, with hair so brown that it was nearly midnight, yet wildly curly like the serpents of Medusa. She is of Spanish royal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1580594/ After the quick drive through campus, the vehicles pulled to a dusty stop in front of a beautifully ornate administration building with tall steps leading to the front doors. On the bottom step was a petite woman with hair pulled back into a bun so tight, that the corners of her eyes were pulled tau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1513737/ Was it chance that they met? Some may call it fate.Was it chance they fell in love, Or was it fate?Was it chance he broke her heart And fell for someone else?Or was it fate he pushed her away Into the arms of another.Was it chance she never trusted again, For fear .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1295957/ Young life never knownYour joys we will never share.We planned to see your playsTo watch you march in band.Taking you to college, watching you walk across the stage,To be there saying I do on your wedding day.I would have been at the hospitalWhen you had your first babe.But instead, we say our final.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1280337/ My lover and me dance through spaceLike the earth and moonCaught in a lasting embrace.Revolving around one another, day by dayLike the moon, he affects my ebb and flowMy emotions, they rise and fall.But day by day,And night by nightWe danceLike the earth and moon, revolving around anotherMaking each.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1280334/ Accomplishment! This is what I'm feeling tonight.Happiness! This is spread across my face.I am smiling from ear to earI am thrilled to read that one, simple word.SENIOR. It is only a matter of time. Just a handful of months.A college graduation is in sightACCO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1218761/ Every day it ringsEvery day no one answersAt the same timeOn the dot it ringsOnly onceAnd never twiceWill she answerOr only stareWill she pick up And see what is saidOr will she forever watchIt call every day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1218428/ Look at those eyesSo dark and blackSeeing everything yet nothing at all.Their skin is coarseSo rough Leaving behind multiple cuts on anything they pass.Rows of teethSharper than diamonds Closing down on the unsuspecting.Swimmers of the deepLurkers of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1217588/ Back and forth it rocksAs the wind blows softly. It creaks on the wooden floorOf the old farmhouse porch. Alone for yearsThe rocking chair waits. Begging to be sat inIf even for one last time. The dust clings to its seatAnd cobwebs to its legs. Soon the sky grows darkAnd the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1217443/ As I lay on my backIn the warm soft grass I think back to a songThat I used to know The song was of piratesOf which I used to be Now that I'm homeIt doesn't feel right For my heart is screamingYou should go tonight. I don't want to leave youThough I love being here I ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1217442/ Do they exist?Down there in the deep.Do they exist? Swimming among the fish.Do they exist?With their ageless beauty.Do they exist?Easy to anger.Do they exist?Their tails in every color.Do they exist?Playing sweet music.Somewhere in the swirling waters of the ocean, hidi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1213985/ I'm supposed to be working on homework but this popped out of my head instead :) Enjoy reading about my love of the beach http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1213777/ historical fiction of sorts..it's not finished but this is the idea that popped into my head just by looking at a picture http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1206378/ My twist on a classic fairy tale introduction. 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Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonestarsarah715/1201712/ The elderly woman, in at least her late 80s, sat down in a plush, floral arm chair in the corner of her highly decorative bedroom. He bed was canopy style with a think, down comforter that was folded back, awaiting her to come lay down. 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