http://slow.writerscafe.org/griffinhill The original writings of author Griffin Hill en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078158 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/588931/ Short story, maybe a chapter for a memoir, not sure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/570973/ Love poem, what else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/559772/ The warm fire melts the frozen mist;that hangs like dust in the cold, night airIt drips from his hats brimand freezes on his back again.His pale fingers through holes in his glovesgo numb from the cold, the wind; he no longer feels the pain.Night falls harshly once more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/559725/ "Wake up Griffin, wakeup," my mother whispered. "Wake up, sweet baby, please wake up,"she repeated. The room appeared as a thin slit,blurred at the edges which led into the darkness. I blinked and the room becamelarger, brighter, and clearer. I was in my bedroom, on my bed with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/558022/ Slowly I rocked in half-spins, left then right. My feet dangled a foot from the floor. I caught the legs of the tall wooden bar stool with my feet, thereby changing my direction. I sensed the room swirling around me, but my attention was on the cold steel pin firmly pinched between my fingers. The l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/558013/ My memoir of my father (under construction). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/558011/ Revised; omitted ‘most’ subordinating conjunctions and cleaned up the punctuation a bit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/555904/ Michael explore Paris http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/554735/ Michael finds himself in the heart of Paris, The Ritz Hotel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/554732/ Michael finds himself in the city of lights, Paris, France. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/554725/ Our life together  was unraveling at its seam.An open wound; black with blood;a sickening smell;   a rotting soul;putrid with anger; deceit and denial. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/554418/  In reality,it had become impossible to unravel  the me from him from us;our lives so miserably intertwined. The wall was near. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/554417/ I wasliving a lie.There was truthin my feelingsfor each one of them.And yetThe pendulum swingsmoment, by momentday, by day. And with each swingcomes the realization that I am, the only: Stable. Element. I am the pen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/554416/ I want to be alone; I want to be 'let' aloneThere is a difference; they are not the same But not all of the time;   sometimes that is not what I wantDon't talk to me too much, and not before I’m ready   and approachable - unless you mustDon&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/554415/ A shadow light condescendsOutside my windowIn stillness, stands the moonlightAs darkness descendsI cannot see(Do you think of me?)Though morning ascendsdarkness comprehends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/554414/ I felt, Invisible.  Alone. Disconnected.If you knew, how to make me visible, would you?If you knew , how to accompany me, would you?If you knew, how to make me connected,  would you?Would you know, where to look?Or even,  where t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/554412/ I walked the straight and narrow; with dedication and commitment.The dedication fades.I hate the listlessness that invades my soul, leaving only despondency; the flip side of intensity.It is the let-down Immediately following mission accomplished.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/554410/ Charles Booker has breakfast at Scala in San Franciso. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/552612/ Michael's journey continues http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/551883/ Michael discovers the true Hollywood & Vine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/550180/ While Kate may have needed me, I did not need to be in the front row. I knew the first class would be short and I was plotting my escape. With Kate to my left, I would have to pass her to get to the end of the row and to the door, but if I made my exit to the right, she would be thrown off as I los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548964/ The door slammed shut. We all turned to see a rather large man, with short dark hair and beaming blue eyes enter the classroom. He wore baggy jeans and a wrinkled white shirt that fit too tight. A blue tie fell loosely about this neck. His shirt sleeves were rolled up past the elbow.  He plodd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548961/ Secure in my seclusion, I sat quietly, engulfed in the mindless chatter surrounding me. And while I waited, I noticed an older woman stirring in the front row. She seemed uneasy. She turned and draped her arm over the back of her chair and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. She methodically s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548959/ What I dreaded most were classes where participation was required. I hated reading aloud or going to the blackboard to solve some mindless problem. Word problems in math were the worst, who cared if train A or train B was going faster or some such nonsense. This class was Biology with a lab and I wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548958/ Backstory for Griffin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548957/ Coming of age story of friendship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548954/ Griffin gets even. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548772/ David discovers his mid-life passion for ice skating. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548769/ Griffin discovers David’s infedility. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548761/ Gay couple who’s relationship is failing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548759/ Short chapter introducing longer short story I am still writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548434/ Rags to riches to rags kind of saga including celebrities, fame, and relationships. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548433/ Wrote this piece quite a few years ago, but recently re-read and edited and thought I repost for new comments on revision. Really stuck on whether it is 'good' enough...whatever that means. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/griffinhill/548392/