http://slow.writerscafe.org/LykeWake42 The original writings of author ANM en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072668 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 y Short story about a journey.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1615602/ Six words essay competition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1613881/ A little play on the Whitechapel Murders theme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1610685/ Inspired by the gladiator soundtrack. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1606500/ Inspired by listening to the Good the bad and the ugly soundtrack. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1606461/ Inspired by a poem by Annie Gryphon... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1606320/ Love of words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1606311/ Words should be treasured . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1430539/ There is a water tank......... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1429036/ Whatever you want it to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1428128/ Just a quite one... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1426203/ Night running only the sound of the wind and your heart pounding, Blood rushing through your veins feet feeling their way stone by stone, Muscles working expand and contract uphill downhill headlong Rush, Moonlight fleeting lighting the way from the next mountain ridge,Miles .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1424323/ I thumped the fuel gauge in a vain hope that it would make the needle move, of course it stayed where it had settled on empty Ihad been driving for near on 40 minutes with it in that position, the pump sign flashing angrily at me for want of fuel. About a minute later the engine started to splutte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1423372/ A white gravel path curved towards the house like a discarded ribbon. It's twists and turns a reluctance to reach its destination The house was old at least in parts well over 300 years had passed since the masons had honed their craft on its pristine stones. It stood in the centre of over 100 acr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1421943/ Looking beyond that which we know... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1421682/ Lest we forget there are monsters... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1421375/ Wreckers waiting for their plunder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1418887/ Haiku attempt... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1418383/ Another go !!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1413864/ A thought on beauty! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1413845/ Having a go at a Haiku. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1413834/ Pain prevention. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1413338/ A Sonnet to the beauty that is England. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1413318/ Trying a dark sonnet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1407484/ Just words... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1406963/ Helens beauty launched more than just a thousand ships..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1404042/ Lest We Forget... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1403289/ The horror of war during the war to end all wars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1402611/ Just words written.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1402428/ Good and Evil Dark and Light the oldest of foes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1400838/ Playing with nonsense.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1400376/ Mind Games. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1399813/ Historical rambling about the Wars of the Roses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1399496/ Playing with words! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1399490/ Even sunset glowing red drowning into the West,Rain clouds drifting black pouring from the East,Curlews call flocking whIte heading to the North,Solitudes eyes roving blue seeking out the South. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1398259/ Wild moor you draw me in , needing your desolate face.Wild moor you make me breath, fresh as newborn air.Wild moor you give life to me, having your ways to tread.Wild moor you are eternal, order in a mad mad world,Wild moor you have the magic, to bring life without a care.Wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1349415/ Dark wings beating flowing over darker hills, A hunters eyes seeing all missing nothing,Small movements a twitching tail or whisker,A hunters eyes seeing all missing nothing,Into a dive air rushing through feathers,A hunters eyes seeing all missing nothing,Talons outstr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1348177/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1347165/ Inspired whils watching Shaun of the Dead... again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1346670/ Run hard and run fast , legs pumping,Blood coursing through your veins surging,Muscles expanding fibres straining,Lungs working forcing us forwards,One foot in front of the other,Forward motion relentlessly onwards,Never give up you were born to run. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1346562/ Written for a short story contest where the first line had to start with "It had all started with the disastrous fire in the woods". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1344798/ Just a random jumble of words,No rhyme or reason stanza or form,Just a random jumble of words,Written on a page blank and white,Just a random jumble of words,It's why we are here folks,Just randomly jumbling words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1344434/ Pausing for breath Jalanaa placed her sword on the floor, looking down she could see the man was dead. His eyes empty of life stared at her sending a shiver down her spine. Jalanaa took know pleasure in the art of killing it did not come easy to her even though she was adept in all it's forms. Kneel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1341186/ Crisp white snow crunching underfoot, Glistening trees petrified in frost, Winters touch lifeless and cold,Green shoots budding with life,All things restless and stirring,Springs kind heart awakeningHeat shimmers purple haze,Blue sky's cloud free piercing,Summers han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1340157/ Just a thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LykeWake42/1339736/