http://slow.writerscafe.org/CreativeDisaster The original writings of author The Creative Disaster en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776233513 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter XIPatrickwoke up, clutching the hay mattress with one hand and gripping his arm with theother, his nails digging deep into it, just like the farmer in his nightmarehad to the table. He looked around the room, but it was just as deserted aswhen he came here.‘I’mg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1226431/ Chapter X“Soare we just going to wander until we see the house?” Laura beseeched Beatricewith questions, obviously more energetic than her worn out friend.“Ihave a sense of the general direction we came from.”“Butthe city is more than full of dead en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1222412/ Chapter IX“And just what do youthink you’re doing here, little boy?” Patrick groaned as a burly man stoodbefore him.“Great. Just great. Ileave here on a hunting trip for a week, just a week, and Livermore uses myhouse as a homeless shelter. Is that his revenge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1222410/ Chapter VIII‘It’s a funny thing howpeople’s actions can change in a blink of an eye,’ thought Patrick, having satdown on the curb adjacent the farmyard with his legs criss-crossed. ‘More likean annoying thing,’ he thought back.  Hetried to clear h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1222408/ ChapterVIISamuel lay scrunchedinto a ball, unnaturally silent and solemn for an eight-year-old. There hadbeen constant chaos and disorganization around him, but then the cacophonyceased and stillness reined the room. Ten minutes had passed since the silencestarted, but he was still try.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1208041/ ChapterVI“Why are you crying?Were you close to the old man who passed away this morning?” Beatrice looked upand saw a girl not much older than her leaning over her, looking genuinelyanxious. Her brown hair was braided into two perfectly pleated locks, but sheotherwise looke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1208039/ Chapter VPatrick was running acrossthe moors towards the church, taking in each breath as if he just resurfacedfrom underwater and letting it out in gasps. The church was at the other sideof the village and was blocked by a tangle of houses from every viewpoint,leaving only small unnotic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1207121/ Chapter IV          Beatricewas slowly shuffling on the streets with the wife, clutching at the thick stitchesnear her shoulder. As they slowly progressed, Beatrice became more and morecurious with each step. “Excuse me for my ignorance, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1207120/ Chapter IIIPatrick woke up in thelate afternoon in a comfortable hay and straw bed in a completelyunrecognizable room. The outside sounds were soothing and soft, and a steadybabble from outside the room was heard. He proceeded to get up, but felt verydizzy in the head and had to sit down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1206583/ Chapter IIThe following day, thestorm had subsided to a drizzle, and Bessie woke up the kids to go to school,handing them the family umbrella; or, as it actually was, the wide piece offrayed cloth draping the washed away pieces of wood consisting of the frameworkof the ‘umbrella’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1206580/ Chapter IThe Hendersons werebroke. There was no doubt about it. The three children, Patrick, Beatrice andSamuel, were on the verge of starvation, and their parents, or more properlycaregivers, were not to blame. Not more than 15 years ere the Second World Warhad the Hendersons’ par.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1206239/ Samuel, the youngest of three orphans, is kidnapped while they walk far away to school. For a reason unknown to them, people are unwilling and afraid to help once they find out their inheritance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeDisaster/1206226/