http://slow.writerscafe.org/Chris2o13 The original writings of author Christopher Paul en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985473 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “Wait, please don’t”, he cried“Please, don’t do this”, he watched as his soul died“Why, why me?” he felt the tears in his eyes“Please, I can’t take it”, his heartbeat was amplified“Please, make it stop”, hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris2o13/2465409/ If I remember it correctly, it was those eyes. Those pearl shaped bright blue eyes that brought my attention to this beautiful lady sitting alone at the bar. There was something completely different about her. She wasn’t like the other women present there; like one beautiful diamond among othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris2o13/1831333/ The sun was a few minutes away from setting behind the hills that over looked the long empty country side road. A big grayish white truck drove down it at a swift pace. 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He sudde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris2o13/1367538/ November 5th  Thesky grew dark, the sunlight dim and the sound of thunder and lightning grew loud.Some people hurried home while some ran out; pulling the clothes they left todry and anything else as they knew a storm was coming. The trees in and aroundthe town swayed hard again.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris2o13/1357340/ The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty schoolbuilding. 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