http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ceuthonymus The original writings of author Ceuthonymus en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776060898 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem of two characters, hope its good http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1743320/ a six word story which is both compelling and emotional in its own unique way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1529428/ a sci fi dystopian http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1529415/ And so we are left to wonderFor a few many yearsWhere indeed did they goUntil the one fateful dayThey emerged from the window in timeStepping on through the single tearExiting the year they startedInto the new present, whenever this was to occur.The two clashed, hitting each other With such fur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1496190/ You go to that horrible class, the day seems to be too long already as the teacher drones on about yet again, slavery. 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You long for this eternal hell to end, to have him just die already, or worse for you, to get called back into work by the big man. Yet niether seems to be happening anytime soon, so here you re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1385047/ I cannot write another lineOr take another stepFor I don't have reasonAfter the funeral that is.I was to die with herOur take on Romeo and JulietTurned sour and ended moreLike Hamlet at its beginningLeaving me depressed and Unhappy to carry on withThis eternal curse we all shareThat we all bear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1384364/ Now, before I beginI know it is improperTo apologive, butThis is complete horse s**t.For you see, I am in love with my penI feel like it is a part of meAnd as most artists' know,Your equipment is a part of them.It makes up who they are,It allows them to say what they Cannot say w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1382476/ A poem I made up on the spot at a poetry reading in a bar, enjoy!!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1382473/ Soon enough, they went through the two rounds, after what seemed like a couple of hours. I headed back to the stadium with grandpa.‘So, are you making a decision on whose group to join? Or are you serious about flying solo like you always do?’ he asked.‘Well, I am serious, how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1382466/ After that, the rankings were made, deciding who should fight who, when they will fight, and how many byes they would be allowed to have. All the grand leaders were given three byes, and would have to enter when it was down to the final 64, giving them plently of fights to battle and struggle throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1378227/ “Why miserable? You had a sudden shift from being positiveabout the experience, at least once in your life only to revert back to thenegativity, so why?”Simple, I regret that choice. Then again, I wasn’t evenliving a life up to that point as this has been very uneventful .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceuthonymus/1369235/ So, you would like to know my story? 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