http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mother_Yolk The original writings of author Mother_Yolk en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058300 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Careful kids, you might fall! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1362525/ I want to hug you, is all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1335443/ She had a strut so wondrous... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1335432/ Two pastries and a goddamn 'cold-rock' on the side, please. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1334688/ Dedicated to my fellow buddy, Gabriel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1334174/ An odd party game in which one states two odd dilemmas in the form of a question, beginning with the three words "would you rather"... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1333211/ I saw and I feared the stain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1332243/ No one should row out to sea on a cold day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1331392/ Sorry... the baby just wouldn't stop crying. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1329814/ Serene glittered, but she wasn't gold... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1329745/ A Satanic ritual gone haywire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1329497/ A suicidal man who doesn't exist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1329362/ And like Oedipus, I could not change my fate... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1329303/ Boy, I hate old Paul Rivers... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1329057/ She will be missed... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1328676/ "Say cheese..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1328584/ Something to tell your children... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1326743/ A strange surgeon with a strange name... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1326257/ Beware of the sparks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1324451/ Clothes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1323359/ Such an awe-inspiring color... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1322508/ There's a dark wizard and a red-headed girl here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1321644/ Don't fall asleep in the park... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1319040/ Would you like to remember? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1318456/ I do not believe... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1316066/ I cannot... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1316064/ A collection of hallucinogenic dreams and visions... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1316062/ What happened? This wasn't on the brochure! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1311070/ Michael should've just put the kids to sleep on time... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1310637/ John just can't stop coughing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1301645/ I sat facing my window, only to receive one visitor that I deemed the name of Death... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1301450/ I hate poems... Amongst other things... But I just HATE poems. Dedicated to my dear friend, Christa... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1295362/ An undead entity is destroying your city and only you have the willpower to stop him... But once you discover that YOU are the zombie, does that really stop you from overcoming your flaws? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1294658/ Torture makes you have visions. Visions that offer you a split moment of bliss and an eternity of pain. It separates us from our evil side but reminds us that we can never escape what is inside us... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1293939/ A determined teenage boy believes he can change the world... all while the rain applauses his doings... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mother_Yolk/1293566/