http://slow.writerscafe.org/kodyodyo The original writings of author The Chosen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070268 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem about a King who sold his family for power, only for his son, now transformed into a beast, to return and kill him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/2886812/             Suicide, an option that doesn’t seem too far gone. Therewould be no longer a point in living as I am now, so why not just die? Give mybody to the wild animals and just cease to be. I stare down the barrel of mydeath, but I am too much of a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1659026/ Human Nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1515786/ My dad always told me never to mess with mother nature, which made me think of writing this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1514524/ (Read it in a death metal like voice) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1266784/ Hereyes were bright. She stared at me with longing, a lust too powerful for words.The soft brown eyes that seemed to stare into my soul, begging me to serve her.Her long red-brown hair lay across her shoulders, shining in the light. She laidher head in my lap, insinuating what she wanted. A .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1259015/ I used only movie quotes. The characters that say the quotes are the same from the movies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1250577/ DreamingForeverKodyProsser Iwoke up in a cold sweat. My blanket was tossed aside; my pillows were lying onthe floor. As I turned to look at the clock, I sighed. 2:35 AM. Have being onlyasleep for four hours, I was exhausted. Normally I don’t have nightmares, andwhen I do, they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1246830/ This feeling I do not know. This warmth, I fear. A pressure in my heart. When I look at her, I turn red.My pace quickens,My blood flows faster. She waves at me, I cautiously back away.Why is she nice to me? I’m a monster. Cast away to hell, Morphed i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1242243/ heheheheheheheheh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1242242/ Asthe curtain slowly rises, the audience is revealed to me. The amp is on, aconstant hum emitting from its speakers. My bass is hanging loosely around mybody, gently vibrating, waiting to be played. I do one last adjustment to theeffects and volume before stepping forward. I slowly looked ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1240309/ Istood motionless, in a field of golden wheat. The soft stems swayed in thewind, gently brushing against my arms. I stood there, unmoving, watching. Asoft light was cast onto me, for the moon is not as harsh as the sun. Somethingcaught my eye, from the bush across the way. 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Yourlarge black wings open behind you, your legs strewn on the ground. Yourhand is clenched, as if trying to grasp something unreachable. Thesword that you o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1236512/ What Can Happen In A Second?Anything. A baby could be born. A new form of life. A girl or a boy. You could die. Car Accident. Side of the cliff. You could be killed. Stabbed in the gut. Slit of the throat. Shot to the head. Choked. Poisoned. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1235606/ Little Red Scooter I just got him a brand new toy.A little white scooter,Made just for my boy. Overjoyed, as he rides around.His young laughterA beautiful sound.  Watching himcarefully, Riding down the hill. I called for him to slow, When I saw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kodyodyo/1235101/ It's kind of a story about the apocalypse. 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