http://slow.writerscafe.org/MikeWolfe The original writings of author Mike Wolfe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026269 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was like nothing I had ever seenbefore in my life. A white throne room of incredible splendor, it reminded meof one of those days when I was younger, a blizzard had hit and the sun wasshining on the aftermath, a blinding glare off the snow. It was like that now,only I wasn’t goi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1683313/ When diplomacy fails, a group of Shado Warriors are forced into the race of their lives... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1680470/ Fighting tradition, nobility, and above all himself; Casran strives to win a royal's heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1680461/ Can one overcome the evil within? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1680459/ In the ashes of an empire, one man will struggle to rebuild his home... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1680458/ Karth faces her darkest hour as two brothers feud for the throne, and one man must rise above it all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1680457/ An ancient enemy sleeps, though not for long... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1680455/ War looms on the horizon, and Cattiee finds herself caught in the middle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1680454/ A mysterious stranger arrives in the city of Karthago, forever changing history. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1680453/ A young girl gifted with extraordinary abilities is set on a run for her life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1680443/ The tale of a lost warrior, and his road to redemption http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1680442/ An introduction to the Tales of Karth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1663158/ These are the adventures of the heroes (and vagabonds) of Karth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1469936/ Dedicated to my fellow college students: "May the odds be ever in your favor" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1452733/ "And after the earthquake was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire was a still small voice." -I Kings 19:12 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1406016/ Imagine ultimate victory emerging from ultimate defeat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1402312/ A call to the Creator http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1402308/ Sand. Miles of brown sand.This was the Sonoran Desert in Arizona…or maybe this was Mexico by now.Nathan didn’t know, and he didn’t care either. Jamie Adams, his best friend for as long as he could remember, walkednext to him, her hand shielding her eyes from the su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1348267/ Thump-thump.Thump-thump. Thump-thump.Like a drum set. Over and over,pounding through his skull.Thump-thump.Thump-thump. Thump-thump.It was a pulse. It was his pulse. Am I dead? He couldn’t see anything. Of course I’m not dead, that’s my heartbeat.Heartbeat m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1347502/ Justin Davis wakes up in a morgue. No memories and no one seems to know anything. He needs to figure out his past before his past catches up with him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1347500/ I see your icy walls,I see all of your pain,And I’ve seen you fall.You’re crying in the rain. Now you’re lost and confusedOthers have let you downYou’re beaten and abusedAnd you’re about to drown. Can you let down yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1334035/ I have built a fortressSo I can’t hear you shoutI’m just being cautiousForgive me, you’re locked out I have my walls of iceSure I’ll put on a showI’ll pretend to be niceBut I’d rather lay low. You don’t r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1332872/ "For the blood cleanses us..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1329982/ There are more slaves in the world today than ever before. It's time this evil ended http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1323044/ My Valentines Day poem. For the woman I love...even if I don't know who she is yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1316373/ Tempus Fugit: Latin for time flees. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1312644/ We have inner demons. The parts of us we want to hide, the monsters that rage under our skin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1311264/ We're held in chains. We strive for more. For freedom. But there is only one key to the locks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1301715/ Everyone on earth is playing a game. We look for something to satisfy. Something to take away the pain. I call this game Chaos. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1299890/ We look through the eyes of others to find our identity. But that isn't who we are. If we conform to their standards of beauty and value, we lose who we actually are. We become faceless and nameless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1298328/ Life is really a slow death. Suffocating under the strain of staying alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1289756/ What happens when your world crashes and burns around you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1283512/ Look around you. See the wonder of God's creation. They are shadows of his glory. His majesty. And his Love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1282120/ Often staring into our own shadows is like a black fog. It calls to us and tells us we are worthless. And then kill us inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1279135/ Shawn is a jewel thief with his eye on a million dollar diamond. But what will happen when he's faced with a choice between his dreams and his girl? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1276032/ Sometimes life seems to be too hard. This was written in a dark time in my life, and though the time has passed, I need to reflect on where God has brought me from. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1269114/ For too long, a friend of mine has been hurting. This is dedicated to her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1269095/ What happens if we peer into our very souls? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1265160/ I have half a second left to live. A bullet gets closer and closer. I can't dodge, and I can't run away. This is my last second on earth. I am about to die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1265157/ One killer. One question: "What makes you special?" Can't answer the question and he puts a bullet in your head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1265156/ "The wages of sin are death...Sinner." A man named Adam is caught in the middle of a struggle between good and evil. And Adam chose evil. The price for his choices is given by a monk...death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeWolfe/1265155/