http://slow.writerscafe.org/thdalton The original writings of author T.H. Dalton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776105019 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A wing to fly, a rocket to glide. A ship to sail, a radar to tell. An army to march to a country afar. Blood will flow as the war will grow. Through the air, across the water, over the land, they'll come. In the shadows of the night, they'll fight. A general to lead, an army to feed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330382/ I have many faces of many colors.Under one flag we march.I claim greatness on the land, in the air, on the waters.When I march in others homelands I am loved, hated and saluted.Many have fought under our colors, many have died under our colors.We will march on for as long as time moves on.We will bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330371/ Leaders speak the word, young men pick up  the sword.Off to war they go, halfway around  the globe, all cause of one word they will go. They will fall,  they will crawl and even die, yet they march  on. With their swords high into the sky, generals lose their good  men as th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330354/ Her beauty was as of an eagle flying high into the sky. Her eyes carried the twinkle of the north star. Her smile was that of a true bliss, a perfect wish upon a star. Her laugh was the happiness in that of which no Kings money could ever buy. The moment death waved his hand over her face, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330348/ The Phantom watches from the shadows of the night. We toss and turn with nothing but a prayer for light. His eyes bright, yet shamed, his hands clean to the eye, yet covered in filth,his words soft, yet venomous.Clearly remembered scars, his mask now covers, what a thin mask it is,what a sleepless n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330335/ Hank is a man who has everything he has ever wanted, except one thing: enjoyment. A life of depression spins him into a world of murder. The thrill of the kill and the deception to elude the police... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330318/ Hank is a man who has everything he has ever wanted, except one thing: enjoyment. A life of depression spins him into a world of murder. The thrill of the kill and the deception to elude the police... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330316/ Three tales from vampires, zombies and demons unleashed from an old Ouija board. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330313/ Three tales: From zombies, vampires, and spirits from an old Ouija board. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330311/ Kim Vine is not only Chris's sister, but she is his best friend. At the moment she is taken from him he begins his search for the truth. He soon finds out he might be digging his own early grave. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330297/ Kim Vine is not only Chris's sister, but she is his best friend. At the moment she is taken from him he begins his search for the truth. He soon finds out that he might be digging his own early grave. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330295/ I close my eyes to memorize her face. But careful not to fall into her eyes. Ha! Those eyes of the deep blue sea. They sparkle as of a grain of salt, rolling in the waves of the deep blue sea. Her smile is as of a true bliss. A true bliss is all that I do wish. Just for one touch is all I do wish. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330278/ We sleep to only dream of what can't be reached. We reach out to grasp a dream that can't be reached. We dream of dreams in that of which no man knows. We hold our dreams back in hopes they will grow. We will live, but surely we will die. But we will always have the hope of that special dream. Our d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330276/ I wish upon a star so far, I can see the star. For a true bliss is for what I wish. A true bliss is what I miss. I walk on, alone in this mist of shattered and scattered dreams. I watch the darkness shift from side to side. Oh how it moves with such grace, but yet with out a face. The darkness whis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330274/ There is a time to be born, a time to mourn.  There is a time for love, a time for pain. There is a time for immaturity, a time for responsibility. There is a time for friends, a time to choose. There is a time to sing, a time to dance. There is a time for poor, a time for richness. There is a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330273/ I sit alone watching the hands of time move along, tick, tick, tick, father time moves on. If only I could turn back the hands of time, peace might drift into my mind. I toss, I turn, my heart burns, still yet father time walks on. I lay here alone, for as long as time moves on. I pray but I'll neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330271/ If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Those simple words mean so much. A child is born tonight, how the room will fill with light. A child will die tonight, how we will morn the night. Your heart will burn like a wildfire. Tears will flow like the sev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thdalton/1330269/