http://slow.writerscafe.org/catrynel The original writings of author Alchemist en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776073799 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    Vole peaked over the the top of the vanity, but didn’t really need to. His father, even though his back was to him, called out, “That’s a lad, get up here and give me a hand Vole.”   Chagrined, Vole pulled himself up to the “roof” of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1352720/    “Hello, Vole my love,” said a gentle voice as Vole climbed through the hole in the back wall of the vanity. “Any breakthroughs today?”    Vole shrugged, “No, not really, Mum. I thought I was on to something there for a moment, but it slipped awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1352695/    Herald Manor had at one time been the epicenter of a large estate built by an industrialist from London in 1873. Making his fortune in steel production and textile manufacturing, Geoffrey Herald had the Elizabethan style mansion built for his wife, Lenora and two sons, Calvin and Thadde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1352686/    Charles the cat was on the prowl. He had seen the mouse exit from the library of his master, and saw opportunity to make good on his ferocious demeanor. Ha! The silly thing had no chance against his silent, deadly approach. The cat waited patiently for the mouse to walk past the shelf o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1352671/ The Sparrow and the Mouse　　　    Clouds are the funniest things. Way up there, not really doing anything but lazily moving across the sky. At least that is what a little brown mouse thought as he gazed up at them. His curious, bright eyes moved from one to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1352636/ The dreams of Vole, a simple mouse with a yearning to reach the clouds. What started out as a short story has now, quite simply has taken on a life of its own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1352632/ A soft light falling upon even softer eyes,Dreams are stirring within her heart,Silent yearnings have now turned to cries,Her every breath now a work of art.What wonders wait for her just outside,A chance at love, a time for play,Will she run through fields or simply hide,The curtain falls as she st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1351771/ One of two, but one again,a soft sigh within the silence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1349268/ Another scene in an impossible love story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1349107/ Part journal, part love story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1349100/ Music has been his mistress for long years, and she always waits for him to come to her. Before the words, music was. And ever shall be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1348947/ The journal of a day. One of my days. Written in the third person, as I tend to do. I don't know why I do this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/catrynel/1348883/