http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kyle197 The original writings of author Kyle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026850 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The introduction for the fantasy "A Journey North." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1309487/ Set against a medieval backdrop in another world, Theo Braccan and his companions set out on a journey north to the ancient hall of Barefort after it sends for help, but uncover a far greater mystery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1309484/ This is a nature journal I decided to start keeping at the beginning of 2014. There's no rhyme or reason here, just some musings on what I come across in my adventures while hiking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1305920/ A selection from the nature journal I decided to start keeping this year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1305912/ This is a preview chapter in a story I'm currently planning out. I wanted to post to see how it is received to make any changes accordingly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1298356/ Words bleating out like some broken animalFilling the air as clouds do on a rainy dayThe passing damnations of the judgmentalNo help at all, “No, it won’t be okay” The pain coursing through these veinsBuilding and building like years in a lifeAb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1298351/ The Wanderer and the Lost While lost, but on my own regard,I came across a benchAn old bench, made of metalwroughtAnd stained, ancient wood planks,And it was here I decidedTo rest my weary soul This bench made its home in thewoods,Halfway up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1295853/ Floating in a seemingly endless seaIt appears upon the horizon aloneJust waiting to give salvation to meAnd to take me in as one of its own The past now back where it belongsI drift toward the jutting stone ghostI know it will be one of those new dawnsOne of wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1295850/ It's the middle of winter here with temperatures in the negatives, and while I normally like the cold, this night's thoughts were on a warm summer day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1294614/ Written for my friends who are scared to leave their hometown and try new things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1294613/ Streaming down from the hill beforeBanners swimming in the air all aroundThey come still, yet more and moreHoofs beating the poor, dead ground Riders of death closing in around usSteel brandished high into the airWe stand our ground; we know we mustAnd as for g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1294610/ Gazing up at the stars has this habit of putting me through an existential crisis, but I quite enjoy it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1294048/ I was recently pondering on some new developments in my life and decided to write this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kyle197/1294047/