<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>NSisifo | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/NSisifo</link>
		<description>The original writings of author NSisifo</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776067557</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>I Feel Peace In The Rain</title>
			<description>Quick writing prompt piece.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1755548/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Talking</title>
			<description>Nikki knocked on the door and immediately thought about starting the short walk back to her truck. She was quick. He'd just think it was some kids door-ditching, no big deal. But she didn't move.It was dark inside the small house, but she could tell the television was on. She looked at her truck, th..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1566224/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Re</title>
			<description>Nikki placed a handful of wildflowers and sagebrush on the casket and said a silent goodbye. Eyes full of tears, she walked away, a single tissue in her hand. Just as she shook her head and tried to stop crying so she could see, she collided with someone. Hard.&quot;Oh, excu-&quot;&quot;I'm so sorry-Wait. Nikki?&quot;S..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1566062/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Confessions</title>
			<description>You're my friend, and I feel like because of our history you can answer me honestly. Do you have a favorite position?I like to kneel between your legs when you're on your back. That way I can grab your hips and pull you so I'm all the way in, grab your a*s, kiss your n*****s, watch your b***s bounce..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1560635/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Confession</title>
			<description>Ok, I promised the truth so here it is. The second I even read the words one night stand from you I got that excited butterfly feeling and started to get hard. Yeah, that was probably way too much info. But yes. There are many guys that would love a one nighter with you. I shouldn't say how much......</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1559861/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Saved</title>
			<description>When the girl regained consciousness there was pressure on her chest. Bright lights passing over head. Someone calling out names... Colors? In reality the pressure on her chest was an orderly performing CPR, cracking her ribs. The bright lights, fluorescent bulbs as they rushed her down the hallway ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1556425/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Apocalypse</title>
			<description>Night crept in the room to meet the shadows on the floor, muting the obnoxious salmon paint on the walls. He used the last few minutes of light to prepare a makeshift bed next to the already asleep woman. Two discarded sleeping bags and a sheet would just have to make do.Tomorrow he would find the n..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1543776/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Weakness</title>
			<description>He's been surrounded by women his entire life. What started with his mom and sisters slowly branched out from there. Cousins, girls next door, girls down the street, eventually women from neighboring towns and that was just in middle school.The older he grew the more women there were. His quiet natu..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1543774/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Bear</title>
			<description></description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1533012/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>He Clicked His Tongue and Called Me a Sinner</title>
			<description>You know how in the movies when guy meets girl everything slows down? She smiles slowly. He drools slowly. Her hair bounces slowly. He runs into a pole and everything speeds back up. Do you know why they do that? Because that's exactly how it feels when you meet the most beautiful person you'll ever..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1527209/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>I Never Cared Much</title>
			<description>I never cared much for peoplewho stood too close in lineat the grocery storetheir cart biting at your ankleswhile they pretend not to notice.Who turn the radio past 30just to yell over the songand then change it as soon asanyone starts to sing along.Who rush me when I offer foodto the homeless man o..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1525886/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&quot;Where ya from, girly?&quot;The older cashier watched the girl with interest. Working this close to the beach as many years as she had, she could usually tell where her customers were from. This girl though, she seemed to come from all over. Her long dark hair was wound in a loose bun, and brown eyes pee..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1520952/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Again</title>
			<description></description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1520920/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Sun</title>
			<description>When mamas in Tarpon Springs would tell fairy tales about handsome princes or brave knights to their little ones, adults and children alike pictured someone akin to Caleb Sutherland. His sun-touched skin made his golden hair&amp;nbsp;glow in that Florida sun.&amp;nbsp;While he spent a great deal of his time..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1372297/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Banner</title>
			<description>The arrogant knight adjusted his visor for the hundredth time that morning. It kept sliding down over his eyes when his horse would jostle him too hard. His new set of armor, including his helmet, was a just a smidge too big for him despite his large physique. But he'd never admit that. Not in a tho..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1367499/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Vic</title>
			<description>Mrs. Bagley's class was surprisingly quiet. There were only seven students for the thirty computers that lined the walls, and most of them were seniors. Nikki sat alone on one side of the room, preferring the seat close to the air conditioning, and distance from everyone else. Victor sat in his usua..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1366413/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Forza</title>
			<description>Ironically, Felipe was mauled to death by a bear. What made it ironic was the bear was his, him being the bear trainer in Arndt's Travelling Circus and all. His friend, Mathuin, known also as The Strong Man, had offered to wrestle the bears whilst they were still cubs. Mathuin thought it would be wi..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1357173/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Spent</title>
			<description>The first few hours of the school day passed slowly. Noah looked for Nikki in the halls just before the lunch bell rang. A handful of students wandered the hallway, making him cautious, as he tried to find one girl and avoid another. Stephanie Schumaker. He was heading down the main hall when Nikki'..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1356407/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Stay2</title>
			<description>Nikki used the payphone outside of Butch's to call her mother and let her know she'd be late. Matt waited in his truck, fiddling with the stereo. When she was finished, she walked to the cab and climbed in.&quot;I've got to get going. Do you need gas or anything? I can pay you.&quot;&quot;Seriously? I can't offer ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1355460/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Stay</title>
			<description>&quot;Nikki, can we talk?&quot;Matt leaned against the locker next to hers as she gathered her books and homework. She steeled herself not to look at him.&quot;There's really nothing to talk about.&quot; Nikki closed her locker and began to walk away.&quot;Nik, come on.&quot; Her body froze. Closing her eyes, she tried not to th..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1354771/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Ryan</title>
			<description>The bus was dark except for when it would rush past the occasional street light, dim rays illuminating everything for a brief moment. Dull, orange lightning on the freeway. Ryan rubbed Nikki's leg and smiled, staring at her mouth. His hair was still wet from his post-game shower and she was sure he'..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1353085/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>A Peculiar Girl</title>
			<description></description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/1353009/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>June 3rd</title>
			<description>My sister called to me from the porch, just across the street from the park where I was playing. It was lunch time. I told Felicia and Nate that I'd be back later, and jogged the short distance to my house. The smell of spaghetti&amp;nbsp;and garlic bread made me smile&amp;nbsp;as I opened the front door. A..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSisifo/545475/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>