http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tali_Katzman The original writings of author Tali Katzman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984168 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The eyes of horror,keep looking,keep staring,straight into my soul making myself question,question myself.who am I?All my will feels willingness.I lost,to those staring eyes,making me feel unworthy,not good enough.I could always do better,always keep improving,but I can't,because of those eyes,stari.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/1319224/ sometimes I think how fragile life isit can be so easily taken away from methen I think one day I won't have thiswon't see,won't hear,won't feelthe fear of the end is sometimes so unbelievably overwhelmingweighting heavily on me, crippling methe unknown of being numb,like be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/1154491/  I'm sitting here, waiting patientlyThe distance is slowly growing, time is slowingOld memories are reborn, imagination is going wildWhere are you my love, what are you doingI miss you with my very essence, how much I long to hear your voiceA written word from you would mean the wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/610574/ I am confused, I have no idea where I am or what time it is. I try looking around but my vision is blurry, the only thing I can make out are large dark shapes up ahead.  As I try to squint out the blurriness and get a proper understanding of where I am, I use my hearing as a guide.Honking a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/576647/ (work in progress) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/576646/  Introduction:-first paragrath would be Randy questioning why he was chosen,and tells about the day when it all happened.-The scene starts in his room,after hours,under the covers reading the book.A noise is heard from outside,the sound of footsteps,he shuts the light off,and waits a litt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/571239/ New intro to teenage time-lord. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/570892/ I'm under the covers holding onto a flashlight, reading my favorite book. 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I'm buried under folds of fabric saturated in bright yellow light.It creates a silluate of a boy sitting in his bed, staying up late after he was told to go to sleep.Because he is immersed inside an imaginary world he can't ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/563717/ So I made my way across the hall, her gaze never leaving my sight as I made wet footprints on the very white carpet. 'Mom isn't' going to be happy about this', I thought to myself.But then again I think she wouldn't even notice that and pay more attention to the girl that gives Wednesday Ad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/562725/ I'm just standing thereRight in the middleBetween happy and sadBetween hope and despairBut as time passesThe tip is turnedIt edges towards the dark sideJust because it's an easier path to go throughI'm just standing thereRight at the edgeLooking down at the darkness beneath meA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/562325/ I stared at the girl with a look of slight concern, 'umm…crazy much?' I thought to myself, and as quickly as her sly smile curled on her face it went away, again as if she could read my thoughts, which startled me slightly.To avoid any more problems, not that she hasn’t caused enough;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/561126/ I couldn’t help myself but keep screaming at the top of my lunges; half hoping someone would hear me through the open window. Right in front of my closed bedroom door stood a crouched dark shape, wearing a long cloak covering its face, or it was I hoping was its face. The shape slowly started .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/554758/ As I was sitting in my room everything was still, but my mind was racing. I couldn't let it go, this thing that I want to reach for.'To be a time lord' I mouthed the words, shutting my eyes and running my hands through my hair, exhaling deeply.Suddenly I got startled and quickly stood up, hearin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/548003/ Ashley and I headed towards the dining room, and if you looked closely you could see sparks of electricity building between us. When I got to the dining room I saw the scene that I always see, a perfectly tidy room, with family pictures plastered across the walls, the light slightly deemed down whic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/545786/ The principal's office was only a short distance away across the hall. It was 5 minutes before the classes ended so I had the privilege of walking through the empty hallway, but it didn’t leave me much time to think about what I'm going to say to Mr.D.Dear Mr.D, bless him, a beefy man in his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/543330/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/543030/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/542580/ First chapter in the "I'm a teenage time-lord" book.It's kind of an intro to the main character Randy Burns. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/541772/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tali_Katzman/541136/