http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheLostWriter The original writings of author WanderingWriter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992522 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.~John 1:5____________He was standing at the foot of a hospital bed. Mara lay in front of him. Her face was bone-white, her dark hair fanned across the pillow in jagged streaks, a thin sheet drawn up to her ribs. At her waist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLostWriter/3126060/ Darkness does not leave us easily as we would hope.~Margaret Stohl_____________The altar's stone was like ice against his bare skin. All around him, voices were chanting, low and rhythmic, slipping out of sync with one another. Some too close. Some impossibly far away. "Jacob." The doctor'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLostWriter/3126059/ When the past no longer illuminates the future, the spirit walks in darkness.~Alexis de Tocqueville______________The girl was sitting in front of a window, quiet and still, her face turned towards the sunlight.She hadn't spoken since they'd brought her here. She seemed to have withdrawn into a catat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLostWriter/3125877/ But if anyone walks in the night, he stumbles, because the light is not in him.~John 11:10____________The man’s body was barely recognizable.There were deep wounds all over his face and down his body, wide, jagged gashes that looked almost like markings from the claws of an animal. Blood cover.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLostWriter/3125869/ The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.~Willa Cather____________“I didn’t get anything useful.” Erika sighed once they’d driven past the iron gates, shaking her head. “They made damn sure of that.”“You thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLostWriter/3125868/ It is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.~Eleanor Roosevelt _____________Brookhaven didn’t look like a town; it looked like the shadow of a town. Like a memory that was fading into the surrounding wilderness.The lake was the first sign of the town to appear, its edges cre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLostWriter/3125866/ When a detective is called back to his hometown to help investigate the case of a missing girl, he is forced to confront a dark chapter of his past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLostWriter/3125865/