http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mason The original writings of author Mason en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009808 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A small cottage town on the edge of the continent. Here, the people still believe in the Ancients and their magic Certain people are born into this village with a gift, the Heart of Terra.The Heart of Terra gives the gifted the ability to manipulate rock and stone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/1475846/ Tale of Jin Ta'ito Though he now served in the AMAR under the Dariian emperors, Jin was once a mighty general in his homeland. He fought through seven wars and 112 battles, claiming victory in all but one battle. Jin's power was so great that he subdued all those who opposed his Lord and became.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/1360557/ Setting the scene for the adventure that's about to take place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/1357487/ I had a wonderful dream and simply had to write about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/1354034/ VowelsA - ahE - edogawaI - lisaO - obeyU - ooConsonantsB like beeD like dogF like foldG like goalH like hedonismI like yodelK like catL like labelM like momN like nameP like poolR like rageS like scarT like towelU like walkV like vowelThe only consonants that don't have to be followed by a vowel are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/1353577/ These gems of souls,Compare them all,What shines, dulls,What's dull is dull.Go on, do as you please,You've always done that,Ignoring souls' pleas,Who cares,As long as you're fat?Pompous, and full,Your gems glitter brightly,Though your gem remains dull,You grip those gems tightly.Absorbing their bril.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/1353067/ A concept that came to me in a dream last night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/1353029/ A brief recollection of the planet Lok'ia's major historical events. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/1351916/ Work in Progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/1118006/ Inspired by "No One Knew What He Saw" by Chloe..Across the Universe. (http://www.writerscafe.org/PattySuzanne). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/790063/ Alphonse Knight is charming in his own way. He has an agreeable sense of humor. It's never quite one way or another, but rather it's adapted to suit the person receiving the joke. Karen enjoys the way he tells "epic" tales of his work experiences, while he can make Alexa laugh by adhering to her ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/680571/ This is your lifeTragedySadNeed I say more?FlowIn the sunshineRush youStitch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/611291/ Eyes glued to the smooth curveswith awe, lips split ajar,legs locked, but neck still movedbody frozen stiffer.Her gaze chiseled my form,creating a sculpture.Like ice in her hands, not warm,she shaped me with selfish adjure.Whipped into submission,I did as she petitioned.If she desired a qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/609443/ An extreme overexaggeration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/609123/ Clocks move forward.Broken pocket watch stays.It will always be5:23AM, October 29th, 2003.Their rooms changedwith darkness filling.This room never changes.This room never dies.If this watch wereto ever strike 5:24,I would be forcedto face the reality of this room.Yes, I have the time.It's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/605395/ ...   ...      ...         ...Maybe it's not the right time.Maybe it's not meant to be.Whatever it is...It isn't...           ...              ...       &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/604132/ It's just not possible.I am a humble man.I want to do more.I cannot do more.If sacrificing my lifeto save everyone elsewas a possibility,these lines would not exist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/600811/ With my senior year coming and many of my friends graduating... It makes me think about time more than usual... It's the most wondrous, yet puzzling, phenomenon in the universe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/554367/ An inspired piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/554117/ The story of a man's difficulties in life once he has returned from the front lines. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/550787/ What have we done...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/550309/ It simply occurred to me: what if I died? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/549807/ A response to Miharu's "Goodbye, Matthew." I highly recommend it. The second stanza makes more sense if you've read it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/549504/ Third Chapter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/549031/ First poem in French. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/548698/ Second Chapter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/548140/ First Chapter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/548086/ A story about two girls as their friendship develops. A work in progress. I will try to finish the basic outline now and go back in and do revisions later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/548080/ Before I descend into darkness,I only wish that you light a candle.But I go alone this time,without your light,without your warmth,and I descend into darkness.Do not feel bad,I do not resent you.Do not ask forgiveness,I do not blame you.You have done enough.It would be selfish of me to expect this o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/547390/ Standing alone,I hear their voices,Whispering sweet-nothings to me as I go about.I wonder what, or who, and why,But the answer does not find its way into my ears,But rather into my eyes.I peer through the broken glass of daylight,I see the thousands of brown pillars,Their bows illuminated green as i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/547387/ This call to arms penetrates my eardrums,Like a heated blade pierces cold armor.I try to avoid this sensation that calls me,But constantly it urges me to press toward the horizon,Which at this point,Has been so doused in blood,That it spills into the seas and onto the lands,Wherever it touches.This .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/547386/ Sweep me off my feet,Oh beautiful sounds.This ambiance that soothes my soul,It corrupts my mind,It feeds the heart.I cannot find solitude here,But I have found peace here.Whether it is fake matters not.Sweep me off my feet,Oh beautiful sounds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/547383/ Oh Darkness,don't steal my light.It is the last thing I havethat matters to me.How could I see her face?How could I smile?I would be crushed,crushed under your weight,sorrow's weight.So please,oh Darkness,don't steal my light.But if you insist,let the last thing I see be her face,then I can smile fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/547378/ I cast my eyes up to the charred skiesas stars begin to blossom,like thousands of tiny flowersglistening with dew greeting the morning sun.Their petals bloom and retract,brightening and dimming unpredictablylike so many uncontrolled flames-the synapses in my head reflecting back at me.They seem to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/547373/ Drifting along the ocean waves,I feel as if I'm being strangled,warm feelings wrapping themselves around melike millions of jellyfish attaching themselves.Their stings can no longer hurt me.I am completely at ease.Washing up on the shore,I am set free from entanglement;free to walk the coast,free to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/547372/ Inside my hole,I feel so safe,so warm and calm.I dream and dreamabout facing my fears,but when I confront them,I crawl back in.This world is too scary,and despite the adviceand the encouragementto experience life,I am too afraid.I leave my hole.I see the world.I retreat again.It's going to be anothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/547367/ A...B...C...D...E...F...G...H...I...J...K...L...M...N...O...P...Q...R...S...T...U...V...W...X...Y...Z... I've known my ABC's for longer than I can remember. Funny, then, isn't it? Of all the things that happened back then, I remember this, and solely this. The basis for all; speaking, writing, readi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/547333/ Roses have more, Meaning to them, Than one could ev-, er know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/546822/ The Truth? That is for you to decide. For, in all of us, lies our own version of the truth. To find such truth, a path must be walked; and though people exist along the way, it must be walked alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/546592/ I feel like writing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/546551/ As it is... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/545868/ Inspired by Changing's "A Guy's Confessions of Girls" Just wanted to throw in my own excerpt about guys liking girls. It's quite different. This is NOT how I see it. It's a joke http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/545372/ As it is... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/545305/ Yeah, I found this in the same notebook as "The Universal Color." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/544992/ Interesting fact: I didn't realize it until half-way through writing this poem, but I wrote with a mechanical pencil of the same color, and in a notebook of this same color. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/544988/ Something about reading this...I enjoy it. It seems chaotic and disorganized, but, to me, it makes perfect sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/544940/ Life is full of experiences, and it's important to be conscientious of what you're feeling and why so you can empathize later and gain better knowledge and understanding of the world now, for later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/544934/ What right would I have to do such a thing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/544926/ What torments a soul worse than that of death? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/544924/ Humans are human, just like humans are human, which is kind of like how humans are human. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mason/544915/