http://slow.writerscafe.org/grahmbasil The original writings of author Grahm Thoman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775493292 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Xander stood alonein the street; motionless, not a single breath of autumn air flowing throughhim. The street was deserted, adults still working overnight or tucking theirprecious children into their soft solacing beds. Finallycoming aware of his consciousness, he inhaled the air like it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grahmbasil/1265747/ Drowning; Turning and Stumbling youfall down into your thoughts. To parish within your own thoughts and left tothe ruins of what once used to be creativity. You move from memory to memory,breaking more through each ghost of happiness.I couldn’t even look at you anymore, disappoin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grahmbasil/1258955/  The Mind   DrippingWater dropsfallAlong thewall they crawl down the side slowlyLooking intothe wall there is reflection into me FlatSmoothCold asstone Fallen inreverse the leaf cannot control its pathTossing And turning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grahmbasil/1246718/           Loss    AloneColdFrightenedUnheardMislead To interact and try; to never beunderstoodTo smile and laugh, but never heard. To watch the feathers float and fall;never to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grahmbasil/1246716/ Forgotten Memories  I never had many friends growing up. I was that kid whom felt like the opportunity of paper and pen spoke more to me than a thousand spoken words ever could. One day i found myself sitting along a dull grey rock, about a mile from my house in the middle of a dense wood. Watc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grahmbasil/1246715/ The Life of Us All The bodies pulsed in the tune of my fast paced heart, crammed together as the sun blazed it’s tendrils of light. My throat had tightened in thirst as the shadows of individuals morphed together as they flowed upon the crowded street. The heated light filtered through th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grahmbasil/1246713/ a short story that plays around with life and death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grahmbasil/1246712/ chose a random picture off of google, resulting with miley cryrus aqnd then creating a story or backround around the picture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grahmbasil/1246191/ a short story that i typed up during my creative writting class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grahmbasil/1246181/ Within their perspective I’m smiling. Never a doubt in theworld,`               I wish only that were true. Left to my ownthoughts,Looking into amirror; The gle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grahmbasil/1246179/