Peter Regal Whittam | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/pwhitt The original writings of author Peter Regal Whittam en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047028 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 That Phone Call The warm, pleasantly heavy airinside Harleton’s hung with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee andjust-out-of-the-oven croissants, proving to be more than a match for the wintryNovember gusts whipping around outside the cozy little building. Breakfast atthe diner was always rowdy bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1448072/ Night on the Train A sleepless night on the train turns out to be almost a spiritual experience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1411917/ Respite, and The Beginning of the End How terribly clichéd would ithave been if that was the end of our story? Two friends, guy falls for girl,asks girl out, girl doesn't accept - such a classic tale, isn't it? If that wasit, then this narration of mine would be similar to countless other silent screamsof heart-broken guy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1411914/ The Memory A person's last memory of his loved one, etched on his mind like an epitaph on a gravestone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1353026/ Threshold of Death A man's leap to his death transforms into his last journey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1275752/ Rise The birth of new sentience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1267756/ The Test In preparation of an examination, in the eyes of any average student. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1264507/ The First Sin Let’s take a briefmoment to consider this: in a friendship where two people of the oppositegender are closer than siblings, where the male is more devoted to the femalethan he has ever been to anyone else in his entire life, what could possibly gowrong?  All roads lead to oneans.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1264503/ Closer Ask me why I’mrecounting memories we share, and I will have no answer to it. Should I have one?Okay, that came out wrong. Let me rephrase that: Are you expecting me to haveone? This entire letter is, so far, void of any purpose imaginable. With thatbeing said, I think expecting a reaso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1262836/ First Steps Do you remember the times we had spent together? No, I'm not goingdown the long, clichéd road to romantic reminiscence. Don't you worry aboutthat. Frankly, I don't think we had much of those, anyway. It's funny howfriendship can offer more memories than anything supposedly deeper...at l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1262476/ Prologue Dear Stranger,  I am honestly rendered clueless when I look for a legitimatereason for suddenly deciding to do this. Accessing torturous emotions, exhuminga past I had managed to bury after months of struggles and self-harm, all of itseems so momentous, yet so equally pointle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1262461/ Dear Stranger A letter, by a man to a woman who had broken his heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1262457/ The Old Lie A lie told years ago erupting in the shape of disaster. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1262003/ The Meeting of Strangers A boring party unknowingly turning to be a great experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1260911/ The Sunset A personal experience of the transition between day and night, light and dark. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pwhitt/1260141/