http://slow.writerscafe.org/Coward%27s%20Destiny The original writings of author G. Anderson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070588 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A caramel colored God.The scent of woodlands laced with cashmere.The smell of your skin, intoxicating.You make me feverish.You stir within me a longing I've never known.A tense strand of silk, twirled between my fingersand braided into the sand of your long, black hair.You're not close enough.My ski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/1336094/ back and forth,intervals, oscillations,curves and tantrums of the unexplained.paranoia, yes. frustration.even moreso.swaddled in the confusion of mystery.i can't sleep. i can't stay awake.i can't function properly. i can't feel properly.it's as if my mind has been amputated,and only ghosts of feelin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/1294207/ It's that time again. Your six month mark is up. 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Your mind has been running for years, fingers cold and numb...anger reddening your ears...Solitude tempting your thoughts intoseeping deeper and damperinto the short of gritty misery. You stop running.You've been searching for a home you haven't quite found yet...Ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/1026026/ Pleasure is a new pair of shoes.A new start on new feet.That demanding squeak..New puddles, new places. A new canvas to paint your travels and adventures upon. A snug, close fit, bright laces,even brighter steps. Against grainy desert sands, or grungy city pavement. You begin to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/1026024/ It’s mid-July. The sun is falling across your face from thesliding glass doors in the basement. You sit up and realize I’m not sittingbehind you. Then, you hear the clinking of silverware and the smell of omeletsdrifts down the stairwell to you. You smile, putting on a pair of paja.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/975415/ "The body of a dead person given the semblance of life, but mute and will-less, by a supernatural force, usually for some evil purpose."  Or, if you'd rather, a Zombie. "Zombie" is the term used in Voodoo to describe a body that was once dead, and has returned from the dead. But nowhere ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/945715/ The anticipation is welling inside of him. He's cleaned up--dark, thick hair buzzed and under an army cap. His muscles fill out his uniform in such a way all the ladies are turning their heads. He's trying to stop shaking, but everything from his deep hazel eyes, down to his firm chest and stomach, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/943755/ Barren feet. Red from running,slapping concrete,blistered from sleeplessness. Light, bony, starving fingers,hard and numb, tracing the wallsof your thoughts. Eyes hungry for lights, but notendrils  cast through the solid walls.The solid walls of negligence. A tattered, milky gown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/938101/ Sometimes I wonder what love trulyfeels like;to want to spend your life withsomeone,wake every day to a lovely, smilingface....that gradually grows softer andwarmer,wrinkles that slice deeper and deeper insmiles,hair that turns silvery with wisdom,and a touch that grows gentler with eachmemoryshared.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/937794/ I don't know who I am anymore.With hell so near, andpain so clear...I could swear my heart still wants you. Bitter tears curving along saddened,gaunt, white cheeks,spilling from eyes that leak...unrequited love so bleak.  Memories flame of love untamed,sheets of white, thatnever quite stay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/937775/ Because no one knows.Knows no boundaries,and no one answers from above to save the unknowing.  Nobody cares,reaching down to show the way,no guidance or love or knowledge... To this day,None. Some face forward,and some grasp the sky.But none come to the conclusion,&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/934441/  Mindless chattering around me,from voices and souls who do not care.From people whose vision is clouded, misty,and ignorant. Idiots. Only caring about themselves, neverstopping to think or look around. Mouths louder than emotions.Yearning for attention,while those around them su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coward%27s-Destiny/934437/ I'm falling. 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