http://slow.writerscafe.org/mcevk001 The original writings of author #SecretWriter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034393 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Story? Chapter? This is only a conversation, the rest is unwritten http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1607137/ I compare you to a winter’s night,A vision of beauty and a breath of ice.Desired warmth, yet unobtained,A starry night, unclear to eyes.The pain of winters felt inside,A bite of frost, at a glance I take.A cut to the skin, so long unfelt,Imagined, deserved, lost in your wake.The stare in cold,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1510431/ This is my theory, my short addition to the story of Labyrinth, by Jim Henson, starring David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1424954/ I can see the cracks,the spirit living over the skin.Bulletproof but feeling the cold,worn and lined, a sad grey it shivers.Like a walking body of glass,it treads around eggshells,hovering on the breeze,and treads light on dark realms.Protected by lies, their blanket of trust,it's place in nature, l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1408182/ A very grumpy poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1382186/ My perfect addictionI haven't seen for a whileYou come creeping upAs I rock out of styleDressed to the heightAnd mind to the flowYou crawl from under rockAnd I let myself goRelapse, re-fall,drop and doneSing your bleeding heart outI meant to have fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1376209/ I can't even explain this one as I don't know how I feel about it myself Call it s**t if you like, I live in nonsense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1375953/ Just a short poem to ask, who are the self indulgent? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1373014/ An introductory chapter to my new story; Witch [possibly a working title... we'll see] Re-worked and hopefully much better than the original http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1332157/ I'm not sure about the chapter title, this idea occurred to me this morning and I just went with it, so the story is still in progress. Hope you enjoy it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1299081/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1299076/ I based this poem on a true story. It was bugging the hell out of me for a while, then right as I made up my mind and decided to put it behind me once and for all, my problem was back in my face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1298498/ BloodIf blood could be multi-colouredThen what colour would be mineI'm in denial, yet honestSo maybe black, sometimes lime.If my heart could be a shade lighterYou'd take it so much quickerMaybe I'd make you smileWe'd grow old instead of bitter.If I could do you rightMy blood, like paint, be whiteBut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1298399/ LiesI have my rhythmI follow no chainYour new joined linkWon't change my waysI wish what I doI hide my liesI bleach my routesI hide my eyesI look upwhen you look downI might laugh loudTo hide my frownWhat am IIf I am untrueI've seen your cardsAnd you lie tooI mind my ownYou should tooSo why am INo b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1298082/ I saw a competition for sad poems or struggles and I can't seem to share poems about my problems, so here is one about how I used to find the gym. Disclaimer- people at the gym don't laugh at you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1297847/ I awake as I am lowered into a dark maze. The walls are so high that I cannot see beyond them. There is a wall behind me and only a narrow path ahead. I am wearing a black all purpose suit which covers my torso down to my knees. My arms and lower legs are bear for flexibility. My gloves are perfect .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1297836/ September, 1995 My story starts when I move into 26 Farcry road. I don't have many boxes or very much furniture. Just a car full of my things and my suitcase full of clothes. The small amount of furniture that I could find is already in my new abode.I iron my clothes, ready for tomorrow, with n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1297826/ I used to think there was something evil living in my house... But now I know there is. It was like a feeling or an image I tried to keep in the back of my mind and no matter how much I tried to ignore it, to pretend it wasn't there and tell myself I'm paranoid and scared of the dark, I knew it was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1297443/ Evil breathes in this house. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1296935/ As I lie on what feels like the precipice of the highest mountain, looking over the small world, my hopes aren't the only thing that are up. My pelvis pressing into the cold stone and the cold smell of the moist grass hovers past me in the gentle breeze. In yet another graveyard, on a flat tomb, I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1296901/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1296884/ The LabIn a pristine white lab, the three in white lab coats are looking over the motionless figure on their operating table.  The woman with curly brown hair, lines crossing her face and her thin lips pursed in concentration. Two old men, the first with a needle at the ready and an intense loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1296243/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcevk001/1296236/