http://slow.writerscafe.org/tessnicholls The original writings of author Tess Nicholls en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206189 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 True story! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tessnicholls/1303372/ Originally written for my six year old cousin who, for a child, has some serious and well thought out opinions on animal cruelty. She's the first one out to the gate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tessnicholls/1302751/      Before them the land stretches out, grey and surreal. It's a desolate place but glimmering beneath the barren, wasted soil lies a dark purity, terrible yet beautiful. The mist toiling up from the valley beneath sends scouting tendrils crawling to the lip of the hill. Soon every g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tessnicholls/1302122/      It's a dim day on a misty beach. A thick bank of fog creeps over the promenade towards the town. The amusement park is closed today with colours muted in the haze and looming trailers shut tight against the elements. The octopus ride is dead in the water, the slide unslid, and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tessnicholls/1301577/      Every day she tried to speak to him, knowing it would be anutterly futile attempt at communication. She would fumble for the right wordsbut by the time she’d untangled her tongue he had disappeared ; whisked away ona laugh and a powerful wave of Lynx.  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tessnicholls/1301517/ There is a night sky where rivers abound,Streams of stars and gases and sound.It’s green at first, then purple in hue,A cacophony dancing, resounding for you. The crackle and sway are what hold you most;The mutable, sparkling and fluid hostMarches and swims, ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tessnicholls/1301463/ There once was a girl off her rockerWho could not find her tick �" tocker.She searched and she pried.‘No heart here!’ she cried,But all they could do was mock her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tessnicholls/1301461/