http://slow.writerscafe.org/ladyreck The original writings of author Cynthia Fender Clark en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046142 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the town of Woodridge what most would call "strange assurances" the residents call a "normal" day. Missing children, disappear pets, and a dismal atmosphere make up the entirety of the small town. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1900526/ Death’s WindowGazing through the window seeing ashes of death,Only minutes before I remember taking my final breath.How can this be? I am awake. I live. Perhaps I have a mission still.The door faces me, I reach out to turn the handle, there is no feel.No touch. My hand just connects with air. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1356508/ Haunting WingsDeath descends on haunting wings, scavengers from below,Chasing away peaceful beings, destroying everything you know.Risking wrath’s anger far from any ever known before,He searches for revenge and with it innocent blood will pour.His renegade soul never settled, even after death.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1356505/ Queen Of IceUpon the trail of broken hearts, her mind wanders ill,Destroying souls upon her path, heart with a winter’s chill.None could tame this frozen soul, none could melt her heart,Games she played to destroy them all, ripping them all apart.Many tried her patience, for want her they did .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1356503/ The Author SleepsSo soon the author sleeps unable to finish the page,The characters spin, confusion reigns failing to set the stage.“Help us please. We know not what to do.”And still she sleeps.A foggy mist, dampened haze twirls, writhing within her mind,Wandering too and fro, in and out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1356500/ Death’s PrizeDeath crumbles in my hand, as I stand before the gate of mystery,Many deaths, many moons, many things I have seen through out history.I am life, I am death, I am weak, I am strong, I am the sword piercing your eye,On the black wings of a raven, I soar through the sky gathering sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1356052/ An Allergic Reaction To ImaginationNo, no, no, wait a minute, rabbits cannot talk, quiet I can not think,I was in my room, book in hand, when she brought me a cold drink.So thick my tongue became, my mind twirling, thoughts in a jumble,Ah I must dance, my feet began to move, I tripped oh such a tumb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1356050/      A Tale Untold Till Now (part1)Sunset beach so long ago,A little wooden cottage all-aglow.So peaceful it looked comfy and small,And alone she sat prisoner of these walls.Outside appearance ah nothing to fear,But inside pain and misery held for years.Why you might wonder .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1355509/ Along the sunset beach he walked the maiden called his name,He knew not who she was or from where she came.Her lingering voice held steadily in his mind her image became quite clear,It was enough to know she was a lady that held so much fear.How could he help? He did not know nor which direction in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1355498/ Invaded DreamsAnd again this night he invades her dreams,Nearly a week now and she knows not what it means.A new town a new house, a new life, a life on her own,But she would get used to it soon it would feel like home.She feared sleep, she feared him she knew not why,Only she did fear perhaps it wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1354805/  A King's Message Aye the wolf speaks this night the chill tingling my bones, My travels take me through the darkness so far from the land that I call home. Yet travel I must upon this traitorous trail Where the night's visage a scene escaped from the netherworld of hell&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladyreck/1354799/