http://slow.writerscafe.org/WatcherInSilence The original writings of author WatcherInSilence en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775491126 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Inspired by "They Say that Hope is Happiness" by Lord Byron http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1323981/ But what is Love? Is it but a figment of our imagination? Or is itthe embodiment of our deepest thoughts, channeled through our most intricatedesires? The weary traveler wondered pondering these questions. He suddenlystumbled upon a tombstone with an angel resting on its top. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1316663/ We open our eyes to the world. We venture in wonder and mystery in the hopes of finding dreams, promises or truth. Our world is filled with uncertainties that consume our decisions and turn them into risks. Each act we perform, each move we make is a part of a bigger circle that defines who we are a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1310854/ Why do we chase the impossible? In a world where desire alone doesn't seem enough to quench our thirst for ambition, we often pursue the things thatare out of our reach. Like an improbable comet shooting through the skies,blazing the skyline as it passes by, awing the watchers down bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1305377/ It lived in a far away cave, dwelling in the midst of the dark. It lurkedin the night, scoping cautiously the areas for its fallen victims beforeattacking them.Some said it was a faceless monster; other referred to it as amyth. But those who were there to tell the tale simply called it the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1297440/ A young boy embarked on a journey to find his Truth. He climbed amountain so high it was said the clouds could be reached from it. Once the boyarrived at the peak of the mountain, he knelt on both feet, closed his eyes,and prayed to the skies.A northern wind blew his way. Sensing a sudden .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1294082/  There once was a land made of gold, where trees would grow andwater would flow. A land filled with riches to accommodate all the people ofthe world, a floating paradise standing tall on sky high pillars of crystal andpearl.The land was vast; it provided wealth to its habitants. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1286509/ Suddenly, a meteor shower gushed from the sky above. Erupting flamesof light glided over his head, as sparkling rays joined the electrifyingsymphony that began to unravel before his eyes. The scientist, both shocked andstupefied by the resulting scene, was left baffled in his place. The man wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1284132/ There is a moment, a daunting memory, or even an uncertain decision that frightens us.It reveals the anxiety we carry, and awaken our demons from their slumber.There is a moment, a marauding thought that keeps us awake at night, unable to catch sleep, and ultimately leaves us wondering what might ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1283882/ And they were nothing but two lovebirds lost in a sea of desperation, with broken wings and a wet body incapableto take flight. She had found her lover and drowned in her feelings. Theconfusion set in and took away her light.He had devoted his life in search ofhis flame, but it haunted h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1283254/ What if there was no life afterdeath? Where do our spirits travel, as our bodies decompose seamlessly into theground?Some say the soul traverses apurgatory, a purifying path for all entities to wash away their earthly sins.Others adopt a less religious view and simply state that the soul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1283238/ Often in life do we meet at crossroads: people with differenthopes, dreams and aspirations suddenly find themselves languishing in the samepit of despair.A common goal, a fated encounter or sometimes even a mutual enemycan bring together souls who journey along an untraced path.For lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1282228/ The boy awoke from his slumber. Too many times he had found troublesleeping, yet his dreams had become so intense they had outgrown his reality. Hecould no longer seek refuge in his own world, or even hide behind the wall ofillusions he had spent lifetimes building. His dream had caught up wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1279948/  Alas, cruel DestinyWhy art thou inflicted on me?‘Tis the wind, blowing through theskyLifting my aching heart gone dry Oh mighty seas and stormy skiesTake not away from me my prizeFor a loveless lover shall beAs worthless as a rootless tree&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1274165/  In the end, as the dust settled andthe storm passed, the poet was still distant from his star.It was far away, lingering somewhereout in the immensity of space, shining dimly in a white light that only hecould see through his thick eyes.He waited for it, prayed for it tocom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1272953/  I stood on the mountain top gazingat the ocean wide. The waters were blue and deep, immense and uncertain, justas my thoughts have come to be. I had grown to think life was understood,deciphered by man, but it had outshone me once more and proven to me that itwas nothing more than .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1270818/ The poet then entered the land ofhis dreams. It was a dark and hollow place, shrouded by mystical clouds thatfloated above his head. A blue mist masked the far open road, and the ravensflew above the ground, forming an epic circle of contempt, watching carefullyas the poet calculated his fir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1268311/  There used to live a miner in a faraway cottage. He would go out to carry on his daily deed, mining in abottomless pit during daylight only to return home just in time for anenjoyable supper. 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It wouldn't come. The overwhelming darkness turneddays into nights, and he succumbed in a never ending fear of never seeing thelight shine .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1258330/ As the screams echoed brutally inhis head, he turned to the sky " as he had come to do so often in his life "for guidance. He murmured what most people would call a prayer, but in truth,it was a cry for help, a desperate sigh waiting to be heard by a presence sopowerful, so merciful it would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WatcherInSilence/1258324/ And then he thought to himself: "Why do we always chase the impossible?"It was a question that had haunted him forever. In our quest for life, we often strive for the unreachable, that which is not within our grasp. 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