http://slow.writerscafe.org/bribri810 The original writings of author Bri 810 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776014265 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've never really known what the point of a memoir would be if I wrote one. My life has never had a theme, and without being able to see it in its entirety and look back; there's nothing now that I could point out and say, "This is the moral of the story. This re-occurring theme is what my life embo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1837397/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1837395/ Again.Open your eyes,Cast sheets to the side,Feet on the floor,Go.Again.Open your eyes,Cast sheets to the side,Feet on the floor,Go. Again. Open your eyes,Cast sheets to the side,Feet on the floor,Go.Again.Open your eyes,Let your spirit rise,Get your a*s out the door,Go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1819232/ I'm really sick of specific persons only showing any kind of interest after they're drunk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1807399/ For Len http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1450885/ I'll tell you a moral... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1438525/ For contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1332356/ Coming home to my 3 year old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1292353/ I love score music and the images it can illict. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRdwKq4meVY http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1263912/ A bedtime story collection. Not for children. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1249885/ I'm sorry for your loss. The words echoed in her ears. It was all she heard. At night, it was all she could think about. Sorry. I'm sorry for your loss... your loss. It hurt so badly to remember. Sorrys didn't make it any better. They didn't make it any more bearable. Sorry wouldn't hold her at nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1245976/ The wood was rough and cold under my bare feet. It was like walking on sandpaper made out of ice. The air was just as frigid. I watched as my breath trailed off in front of me in little puffs. I guess it made sense that it would be this cold since we were in northern waters. My ma told me the north.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1245970/ Saddened in this day,Everything taken away,House-gone, Car-gone, Son...The car will pay his bills,We will walk for our son.The house will pay his bills, We will find another one.The keepsakes will pay his bills,Anything for our son...Their world enclosed in deaths shadow,Eclipsed in grief and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1245960/ How can you stop the inevitable?How can you even try?How can you stop them from dying?It's not fair you can't even try. When you're sheltered,And distant,And pushed away,How can you stop it from happening?When they won't even let you try?But you try,And you try,And you fail again,It's inevitabl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1245958/ Trapped in the dark,Unable to see.You have no where to go,No where to run to,The exit has closed."Never," you said,Where is your confidence now?Darkness surrounds you,And you are full of fear,You condemned yourself,For a long time,You won't see day.You trapt yourself in the dark. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1245922/ RIP 9-19-13 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1240286/ Jolan pushed open the large, wooden door in front of him. The old man was glad he was only required to open one. The doors were heavy; thick and covered with engravings; they were black with silver trimmings and as tall as three men. Jolan stood to the side as the Krona entered the large circular t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1228804/ It was a long and isolate roadMade from the dust of bonesFor miles it creeps alone. They posted a sign: BewareAnd tried to warn people not togo there.Only lost souls go there. Only the lost souls go there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1217351/ A poem about how a loss effects the everyone around you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1217350/ An empty pit,A stone cold heart,Have not a thing in common,Except for one small detail,Both are black holes,And endless void,Once created,You have laid your fate out,To walk alone was your decision,Your stone cold heart,Is now an endless void,And you have filled the pit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1217091/ It was not fair and now it's your fault,A broken place has been created,Where peace used to be,A violent thread untangles,Roping around us,It will be our downfall,Your death was unfair,Everything changed,And it's all your fault. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1217072/ Sitting here I think of you,And all the times you let me down,I wonder now was it my fault,Was I the one who let me drown,In the sea of sorrows,In waves of despair,Was it me, orIs it you?You are the seaweed holding me under,Making me drown,I wonder now am I really fighting,Or I am letting me drown,B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1217069/ Pain to show I'm still alive.Pain because you hurt me.Pain to show what I can't say.Pain because I don't know what else.Once you would have killed yourself for killing me.Now, it's not your fault.Pain is what you've done to me. Pain is how I'll haunt you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1217068/ "Kial!" called a far off voice. Kial looked up from where he sat. Sunlight danced on his face where the leaves of the great trees let it. The forest surrounding their village was large and dense with trees of all kinds. Old, decaying and weak trees were mixed in with young, stout and strong trees; s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1217063/ Prologue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1217055/ I've been working on this on and off for years. (ie 2002 when I was a freshman in high school) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1217051/   Chill winds ran through the air in the neighborhood, beating on every house, car, object, and person. It was a nice little neighborhood. A straight street with houses evenly spaced on both sides, each two stories high. The fantasy neighborhood of some constructor. His perfect project, no doub.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1215417/     "Godspeed" is what Blu had said to him right before the shots were fired. Had it saved him? Maybe. He wasn't sure. Probably not.    It could have been the smoke from the artillery blocking him from the insurgents view. Or even the smoke from their own RPGs. He didn'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1215285/     Someone told me once that drowning is peaceful. That it's like falling asleep. You wouldn't think that. You wouldn't think suffocating could be peaceful. But I suppose being lulled by the waves and currents might be.    It makes me think of space. I imagine my body .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1215278/     He was the least likely hero.Yet, that is what the media had labeled him. There was nothing special about the elderly man. He lived alone in a two-room apartment. The decor was old, green linoleum squares covered the floor, and the wallpaper peeled at the seams. The sink dripped s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bribri810/1215275/