http://slow.writerscafe.org/Evey1994 The original writings of author Evey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986590 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Jia had gone on a run that day as she'd done every morning, having to blow off steam for the emotions she suppressed when she tried hard not to fight the students that acted like annoying idiots. After the running she got dressed in her uniform. The tight white pants with the green line under the ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1344224/ ZenZen had always been a guy that did what he wanted or what he thought was right, or what his instincts told him to do without questioning it. He rarely wondered why he did this or that. He just did it. But when he found himself walking the hallways of the Academy he'd wondered what had made him .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1344222/ Two lonely heroes in the night of day. Going about their business as the light dims away. Journing to another world and living through other's lives. These are the heroes of the modern way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1342046/ AltIt was weird for Zen to take so long to come to lunch, he normally hurried and was the first to arrive with an anxious smile on his face. Alt walked the hallways to go find him, thinking maybe he was still in the training room. He looked up from the floor a second and saw a man and a woman agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1342045/ Is it possible? That all this loneliness of mine is due this: I still love you. You, who is so in my past I no longer recognise myself as there. You, who I know of a thousand flaws. You, who I hate and yet never do. You, you, you. Is it possible? After all this tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1342036/ This one has a bit of a hot scene... I wouldn't label it mature but just so you know what you're about to read! Fyi: It's a fantastic world, they live longer and age differently! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1339256/ ZenJia's battle had been breathtaking, beautiful. She'd fought with such ease, it was like dancing to her. She could tell where Nuk was going to move before even he did. Zen could tell that Jia was taking it easy on him, she was enjoying the fight instead of trying hard to beat him. She already had... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1336625/ JiaJia woke up in a different room, she could tell despite the darkness, a room she'd never been in before. She sat up, and the blue dim celling light lit. She was laying in a bed with light grey bed sheets and light grey walls. She went to the door of the room and switched the light on. The room .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1336623/ JiaJia got home after a very silent ride. Nobody in the bus spoke to her, obviously, but neither did they speak between themselves, they just whispered, murmured, gossiped. Jia ignored it, it wasn't the first time she was the negative centre of attention. When they'd finally arrived at Naia she wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1336152/ To those who sing the muted song.Don't worry about loving all that comes. Worry when in love you cannot find joy. Worry for every man who smiles an empty smile. Love like you will, and joyfully wish all love is true. Fight all those who unfortunately are lost. Fight the diso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1334954/ Those who are meant to inspire will thus inspire. Inspiration, imagination, what cannot be controlled will not be controlled, suppressing them, impossible and yet so many try. One is born with this gift, one and one again, born in time to come, in time come forth,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1334952/ ZenZen went to Ruda to get the results, he'd almost overslept. After Alt's visit he'd spent all afternoon in Rintara with Lux for company. Lux was fun to be with, she had a hunky voice and a sexy everything else. Zen enjoyed the time he spent with her, and hours flew. He'd fallen asleep with her i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1334929/ ZenZen was laying on his couch and looking at the ceiling. The ceiling was a mosaic of oranges and reds and greens, it was hypnotising. He heard his name called and looked to where the voice had come from. It was Alt, he sat on the other couch and leaned back, spreading his arms on the back of the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1334925/ JiaJia woke up when the sun had yet to light the sky. She'd never had an easy sleep, but it embarrassed her to admit that the reason for her early waking was nerves. Or rather that she dreaded it. Today was election day. She would be elected to a squad and trained to fight. And truth was, from the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1334923/ ZenHave you ever seen a flower live through a battle? It's a rare thing. The earth is soaked in blood, the corpses lay one on top of the other hardly letting any space in between them. Every form of life extinguished. And yet in the midst of all that and against all odds, a small, beautiful flower s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1334922/ A fantastic world of Dark and Light. Written in third person, through the points of different characters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1334920/ Here I am, not too tall, not too short. My hair's not of a colour that would surprise, my eyes no special colour or shape, not my nose, not my lips. I dress the way people dress and I talk the way they do too. I am, completely normal. Ordinary. Can there .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1330840/ They walked for a while, Hayden half considered keeping on walking so as to never get there, but immediately dismissed the thought before it actually made him do something stupid, he stopped in front of the house he knew so well. Lionel stopped behind him and looked to where he was looking. - Is t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1330310/ He reached the parting room where he knew the boy would be waiting. He was sitting in one of the benches, he raised his head when Hayden stepped in. Hayden looked at the boy from top to bottom. His black hair tightly put, his dashing white and gold uniform, his cape. Hayden couldn't hold a laugh and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1330303/ The boy, barely seventeen, 15 years younger than Hayden, skinnier, paler, in every sense much less imposing than Hayden, walked with a pretentious air around him, moved with it, spoke with it, and was getting in Hayden's nerves. He had to listen to this boy, obey him, as if he actually respected hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1330299/ A fantastic world hidden from the human one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1330296/ What destiny has been brought upon me. I tried to outrun it. Or so I told myself. But this new destiny that I had not chosen, a destiny that so many thought unsuited to me, has given me myself. And so, the running has stopped.I was 14 when the war was declared. A war I knew nothing about. The ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1330294/ A boy in a world of war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evey1994/1330291/