http://slow.writerscafe.org/Morag The original writings of author Morag en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013781 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I suddenly landed on a solid floor the room was dark asidefrom a single candle about 15 feet up on the wall, as my eyes adjusted to thedifferent lighting I heard a noise above me and saw that where the ceiling hadbroken away to allow my decent was slowly repairing itself. I finally realized.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morag/1706490/ As long as I can remember I have had problems with thesupernatural, it’s not just me; my entire family has been tapped into theunknown known as far back as my great, great aunt who was a witch that struckpanic and fear all throughout my quaint little town almost a century ago. Everype.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morag/1706411/ Haveyou ever had one of those nightmares that you think could never be a reality?Have you ever had one of those nightmares that tap into the most horriblethings that you’re imagination can conjure up? Have you had to live it everysingle day of your life? I have, and I decided that it&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morag/1706410/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morag/1706408/ Oh the law man's noose has come down low,It wrapped 'round my neck with a fateful blow.The cold black water ran over me cold,The cold black water that chilled my bones.Death himself comes down with the noose in his hand,Stealing away my troubled soul from this land. I feel the urge to run but h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morag/1347538/ The sky turns blacker than the darkest night, It turns and steals away the lights. My breathing comes in quick sharp bursts,My mind is running expecting the worst.My sight is going dim as my light tries to shine bright,But my light has already been stolen by the night. Running and run.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morag/1347536/ The gates of hell have opened wide,Crashing in a blaze so high the flames reached up through the sky,The flames the call me compelling me near,I hear them whisper in my ear, I try to resist the call they send to me,Compelling me to plunge towards the sea. I block my ears and clos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morag/1347535/ In the darkness there shall rise a flame, that flame shall be brighter than the day i echo these words and trust me this is not a game from the depths of hell this i humbly say on this night i call forth the spirits of the damned i call thee forth to seek refuge in this land. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morag/1323670/ The weight of the world crushes down on her again the darkness covers her eyes and clouds her vision she struggles to fight the urge to take the blade back to her skin she struggles to keep her grip on her reality and emotions long sleepless nights while the war rages in her head the screaming and g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morag/1321156/ Something I wrote a few years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Morag/1315329/