http://slow.writerscafe.org/takodasorvillo The original writings of author Takoda Sorvillo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064866 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What If Bismark Lost To Austria?Bismark loses              Germany is unified under AustriaAustria becomes biggest power in Europe1914 Duke is killed               W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1364058/ The smell of flowers The warm, soft air All these sent's, with all these powers All these pleasures they cannot share All the things they can't be ours And how they do not care http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1339211/ Not a ChanceI am just a wisp of an excuse for a human nowMy mind betrays me every secondPeople look at me and see a smile.But what they dont see, is a monster http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1338325/ My ears ring to the delighted tune, the sound of a child's laughter. Seeking the voice out of the crowd of children at the fair. My awkward clown outfit brushing and bumping past random passers by. I need to find that voice. My name is John Wayne Gacy. I am a monster. God will surely damn me to hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1336850/ Death is something we all fearExcept when death is very nearDeath lives in all our livesLike the dead meaningless liesIf people die every dayThen why are we so afraidUs humans fear the unknownWe cast change away like an old croneDeath is a change of spirit mind and bodyJust accept and embrace the ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1336802/ TrappedIs it better to leave her happy but stay in my cageOr leave her hurt on a shameful stageClose the book or turn the pageI feel so young with my love an old ageI feel so clueless with my mind knowing not what to gaugeHave I changed for the right or wrong wayThe hook .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1336387/ Blood. Such a beautiful thing to waste. The crimson colour, the warm texture, the sweet, iron like taste of it. I love blood. The bodies in my closet are, no pun intended, bone dry. They certainly don't smell as awful as they would if they had some liquid left in them. but they take up so much.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1336035/ "Why?" She asked me, tears streaming down her face. Was it out of spite? Out of fairness. What the hell was I doing. "I-" I started, but knew I couldn't get the words out. "Please!" She whispered through the tears. As beautiful as she was, I couldn't have felt worse. I didn't know what else to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1335959/ LoveLove is something you cannot see or touch but you know its thereIt hides in the corners of your mind and in the pupils of your eyesKills the soul with the softest blowAnd still everyone wants to knowLove can be squandered and treated like a toyPeople disguise it as a ruse for passe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1335942/ Wrong TurnI had not meant to hurt youBut what I said was trueThough it still feels like I ran myself throughI'll try not to shoot myself over chances that I blewKnowing, the days till, of what  had to doGetting out is only for the sake of you.My heart aches for the gone and things anewMy little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1335925/ A stage adaption for the infamous comic "The Killing Joke" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/takodasorvillo/1335919/