http://slow.writerscafe.org/hhu2900 The original writings of author Hannah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775969786 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I can't say much that I know Canada's heart,So how should I begin, how should I start.I know exactly three, and how weird that they can be,My math teacher, my friend, and some weird guy I sometimes see.Let's start with the crazy old lady, who could be considered smart,But her actions and her sayings.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhu2900/1373291/ Seeking Mansion: Insufficient Elbowroom For Posterity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhu2900/1340376/                 Shivering in fear, I cower underthe meager shelter of the rickety old table, flinching violently in whole-bodyconvulsions at every slight noise. I know any moment now, he’ll come crashingin, shouting incomprehensibly and irreve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhu2900/1340369/                 Yawn. I stretch, but even asI do that, I could hear my stomach growling angrily at me for not feeding it.With a sight, I go to find some food. I could smell something fishy, andfollowing my nose, I found my bowl full of leftovers, as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhu2900/1340341/ Hunting. Crouch, wait, pounce, capture, kill. Amazing how such a simple, boring routine could support such a complicated world of life. I bit into the mouse with distaste. It was juicy, yummy, and good for my health. And I was sick of it. Every day I had to hunt, because everyone else was busy. Mom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhu2900/1340334/ The Beginning:My first sight as i opened my arms,Breathed in fresh air,In the new world,Was the bright sun of the heavensShining down at me.Warming me in both mind and body,Ushering me up into the sky,The open air, The gently wind,Pulls me up,Swaying me to and froFree as the wind, as light itse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhu2900/1339054/ What we all strive for, is it not this?Hidden as a batholith, is itnot bliss?For is that not what we humanscrave,What we wish before the claim ofthe grave,Happiness? Our greed for money, what we wishIs the luxury of aristocracyon a dish.Our philosophical .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhu2900/1339031/ Always, always, he’s having a fit,In perfect symphony, it’s a battleof our wits.No matter how hard the elders try,Until the sun goes black andhedgehogs fly,Until astronauts turn eviland stereotypes die,We, sworn enemies, will neversurrender. Each .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhu2900/1339029/