http://slow.writerscafe.org/ShadeTeller The original writings of author Shade Teller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776071466 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Every single day that goes by,is another day to waste away,Slowly...disappear, in knife and blood,and no thing in life,ever seems to matter.Wasting away another day,another scar upon my skin,flow blood flow,And waste my day to nothing,Wasting away into darkness,where none dare to dread,for fear of n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/665740/ Happy today, am I.Me and my pillAsleep within eachother,quiet now and still.It went down so calmly,Pill, my pill of mine.So carefully made,so perfect and refine.Down you went so strange,and then my heart you found,then you disappeared, and left me asleep and sound. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/665738/ a very short thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/665182/ Not here to measure time,Not for anyone to notice,I,the human pendulum,Passing time away,Swinging back and forth,I, the rotten human pendulum.Time now all decay,Buzzard eating flesh,I, the human pendulum.Time, now all gone,from off my bone,I, the wasted human pendulum,a hung person,a hanging skeleto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/665180/ One single poison,that scars your mind.One single poison,that cuts your shoulder,that burns your wrists.One single poison,that makes you cry,that makes you sad,that takes the one you loved away,One single poison,that your past gave,that your present gives,that your past prepares,that you are forced .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/665177/ Thinking way to hard,but thinking all the same,Sometimes, just can't make up my mind,It's hard to collect my thoughts.I can't act,and cant decide.I'm not sure what I want,Except a few things,But it's one thing I can't decide,I want to commit suicide,But of courseI just don't know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/665175/ Down a road where barely any walk,There's no place to run, no place to talk,Leaving all that world behind,A new life up ahead,Now, its my time,to join the dead,Leaving behind,The world,The sun,Leaving behind,my loved one.I'm turning my back on the world I knew,I'm leaving all, I'm leaving you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/665172/ Some poems, some thoughts, about the life or a person considering suicide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/665170/ Nathan, worn and tired out, tried to look as if he were too busy to notice his surroundings. This wasn't the first time that he had tried to avoid his friends attention. I hate these stupid parties he thought There's no point to this. He watched a group of his friends sitting around just talking, ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/653567/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/653398/ Deep in the heart of the world lies two powers. One of them being good and the other being evil. Each fighting for the souls of men. Victories have measured fairly high on both sides. But with a world growing more immune to the beckoning of good and not even having to listen to evil without doing wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/653380/ Nathan Tremor thought his life was horrible, pointless and boring, but one day as he is in his own misery a strange visitor grants him a strange power. However such a power had many strings attached. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/653377/ "Don't worry," he said, barely moving as he spoke, "it's all in your head." He lifted the barrel of the gun right to Cori's face. "Don't worry it's all in your head." Cori stood terrified and started to scream but what was the use no one was there to help him. Cori's was chained  and trying to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/649531/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/644168/ Darian woke up to the absence of the deer's heat and looked up to where the deer stood, just a few feet away. Then as he got up and brushed off some old withered leaves, terror struck him. It was almost nightfall. The sun had broken through the clouds just barely above the horizon, as if trying to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/644155/ Darian walked along the path he knew so well. The dirt was dark and damp, the trees were dead and bare, and the sky was nothing but dark gray clouds. Some rocks stood in the middle of the path that made it absolutely impossible for any cart to come up the road. This place was also avoided by the loc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/644154/ Darian is a 16 year old boy who has no idea who he is or where he came from and wanders around the world trying to find out his origin, while being hunted by some unknown power. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/644125/ We were asked in class what we thought heaven was. Well, these are my scrambled sample of what I think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/643322/ This story was a nightmare that I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/622000/ Scott has a strong imagination, and some people thinks he's crazy, but when he is faced with a serial killer his imagination breaks free of reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/618913/ Pale and silentdark and light-lesscold and frozendead and lifeless.Brother Silencetake me away,depart with me,and fade away.Pale and silent,dark and light-less,cold and frozen,dead and lifeless.Brother Silence,are we leaving,when are you coming,to start receiving.Blood and headless,destroyed and gon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/613697/ When the world comes down,and takes you from your home,Why let fear rule your life?When the bad times come around,and the good leaves you alone,Why let fear rule your life?When all you worked for is destroyed,and your dreams are no more,Why let fear rule your life?When you are left unemployed,and yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/575757/ A plan, a murder, a cover up, a punishment, and vengeance leading to the near extinction of all mankind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/573206/ Perfection...Your heart Your hairYour handsYour feetYour neckYour chestYour eyesYour lipsYour face…...all drenched in your perfect blood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/572736/ A prayer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/572724/ Dedicated to my grandfather. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/572718/ I take the knife in my hand,I make a wound on your shoulder,Each slash that I inflict, Makes my heart feel colder.I hate you for everything you've done,I just want you to die. I want to see you leave, But don't bother saying goodbye. You don't deserve anything,You're a devil from hell,Go back where .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/571982/ The beginning of the new life of Jason Senderson. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/570285/ Jason thought he was normal teenager, until his family decides to move. After the move many strange things start to happen, but most of them are in his dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/570277/ Xando's used to be human and now he is marked among the undead. But he is not your normal walking zombie figure, or your blood sucking vampire, or the transformer of a werewolf. Xando's is a Reborn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/569832/ Echo's vengeance has been complete but his past still exists and his past is all that he can see. Follow Echo on fragments of his life through the many people that he tortures, one person at a time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/568776/ Never let imagination fade into reality, and never let reality be lost in imagination. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/565495/ The day is goneAnother nightmare past.The thing I have been waiting for,is almost here at last.I look into the skyand see a beautiful sight.I watch the darkness of days,turn into night.All the colors mixand paint their masterpiece.In the west the light dimly shines.In the east, darkness increase.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/565494/ I have failed and failed again.Each day I live; a lie.No one could forgive,A sinner such as I.It's true I've been forgiven,many countless times,For all of my wrong doings,and my terrible crimes.But one can only go so far,before falling to their doom.I am caught in my wrongs,where my sins loom. I don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/563997/ There was silence,in every note, in every word.There was silence,in what was and wasn't heard.There was silence,in every day, in every time.There was silence,in that horrid rhyme.There was terror,in every vein, in every heart.There was terror,from the very start.There was terror,in every man, in eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/563934/ There may have been songs,There may have been dreams,There may have been peacelike slow moving streams.There may have been pain,There may have been sadness,There may have been confusion,like a madman in madness.There may have been fear,There may have been bliss,there may have been love,at that very .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/563171/ It had been a week since the discovery of the town of Yore's great massacre. After being unable to contact Brian Murphy and any of the residents at the town of Yore, a search party was sent out and they found the same things but the living dead failed to appear. Sightings of a mysterious personage h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/560839/ There are some truths,but only one or two,There are definitely more lies.Let me name a few."Everything is okay.""We're in a safe place.""There's no need to worry.""Nothing will change.""There will be another day.""There will be another race.""There's no need to worry.""Nothing will change."There are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/560437/ To a person that had a great influence on my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/560433/ A random poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/559991/ Will you listen for one moment? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/559989/ A final word from a man to the one who needs it most. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/559978/ What are we to become anything? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/559257/ To the person who affected my life the most. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/557253/ A mixture of emotions is the recipe for disaster. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/553122/ Vengeance in its finest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/553110/ This is not a story whatsoever. These are the thoughts of past terrors, present horrors, and future nightmares. I will add on too these thoughts everyday. (or whenever possible) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/548312/ Chapter OneYore was a small quiet town. Sosmall in fact, that it rarely appeared on maps. Ones only luck at finding thetown would be to look for hours upon hours on the internet. Yore was foundedpractically in the middle of nowhere. Desert stretched for miles and tall greatmounta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/546786/ This is a dramatic monologue that I may add to a play. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/543546/ Another dayhas passed.The night iscoming on,And I beginto ponder About theday now gone.  Like a mandrunk on whiskey,I am inebriatedon thought,Drunk onwhat could have been,And what Iwish the day was not.  I begin tohear the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadeTeller/543516/