http://slow.writerscafe.org/redrabbit The original writings of author Delancey M. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062773 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A man made of flesh, blood and clockwork stumbles through the desert in hopes of finding a town after countless days in the dry heat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrabbit/722884/ So far, Just a collection of short stories and Chapters in a victorian/western era, about various characters in a steampunk alternate universe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrabbit/722878/ ChapterTwoDaniel D'Amico feltlike a character in one of those old Greek tragedies. Like JuliusCaesar, stabbed to death, betrayed by those he thought were hisfriends.In fact now, as helay on the cement floor of the diner's basement, he could feel stillthe stabbing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrabbit/540219/ ChapterOneMorning. Every onehates waking to the sound of an alarm clock. The buzzing. Beep. Beep.Beep. Beep. Except it isn't really even a beep so long as weretalking about an onomatopoeia. Its more like a grinding noise.Combined.. with a screeching, like a cat who's tale has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrabbit/540217/ Descriptive prologue on the transformation of human to werewolf, of Daniel D'Amico. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrabbit/540210/ The mismatched adventures of an angry irish cook who couldnt make tea without burning it, and his werewolf friend.who knows where this story is going? I dont. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrabbit/540206/ a poem about how the flood in my basement drove me insane as I had to vacuum it up with a shop vac for just over a week. it was so bad i started to hallucinate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrabbit/531201/ MadmanDuncan’sSomethingcreeps up the stairs at nightInold man Duncan's houseSomethingcreeps up the stairs at nightMakesold man nervous,Andhide under the blankets in terror and frightSomethingscratches at the door at nightInlonely man Duncan's houseSo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrabbit/531191/ A tribute to a friend, and his uneventful days of working at the local supermarket. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrabbit/531185/