http://slow.writerscafe.org/vetamotes The original writings of author vetamotes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229032 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Time is a resource often wasted, not out of carelessness but out of frivolus want, we burn through it with reckless abandon and then sit there mouth agape like a child with a book of spent matches when the end comes. Because what its life but a series of waitings. Waiting to get out of school, waiti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/614560/ Tragedy can most often bring out the comedy in us, a simple laugh allowing us to go on with our lives . a gesture so simple bears great power to those that feel powerless.  You cant heal the sick or save the dying but you can make them laugh at the healthy and living. Because in the end it only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/614555/ Fear is a blessing in disguise, most men see it as an exploitable weakness but those men are fools through fear we can acomplish great things. Fear can make a man realize what he treasures in life because it takes fear of loosing somthing to make you realize what it is you really treasure most. Fear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/614552/ Madness and sanity are two often displayed as two stark differenceswhen in fact their only difference is a lack of balance of the person that iscalled in question.  As we move throughlife we are forced to walk along a tight rope. Our balancing act based onknowledge and its perus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/569385/ Time flows endlessly through out the ages like a winding river  its waters crashing and threshing against the rocks at some points  and flowing smoothly at others. But what happens when those waters spill off out of the current. Creating pools  of stagnant existence. Such places are o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/563917/ Our Armies have marched for days on this miserable city. Their defenses are long crushed, their armies bested.  But still they resist, though not in the physical medium. In song they mock us, in song they protest. These damnable wretches with their haunting songs. I am driven mad each day by th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/559798/        The rain poured from the sky as though it had been cut asunder, each heavy drop slamming into the still frozen earth below, filling the air with the roar of springs first rain fall. “Damn I hate the first few days of spring. It&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/554143/ I find this world interesting. A place so spontaneously madethat it nears miracle level on the scale of random happenstance. Though such amiracle creation is wasted by the creatures that it created. Instead of usingtheir lives to better their race as a whole they fight and kill one ano.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/554142/ Imagine a beast of measureless bonds its very treads shakingcities its skin like that of a gods. No blow may land and no arrow may piercethis creature. This monster that took everything from me. My family and allelse that I held dear. They say in tragedy a man can be reborn. A new&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/554141/ Never have I beheld a creature so powerful nor beautiful aswhen I bore witness to the queen of ashes her skin glowed the soft warm yellow orangeof a gently roaring fire. Her form as curvy as the mountains that her Kingdomeran beneath. Her body. Though of petite stature commanded respec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/554140/ I’ve been a drift in this void for what seems like days. Ourvessel’s decent down into this maw of the world seems like a faint memory. Solong ago did we three men of science plunge down into the cruel waters that arethe sea.  In search of what may rest atits bottom.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/554139/ Very rarely does a man get to choose his lot in life.Especially one that lives in a wasteland like this.  No one can call where I call home a city.It’s a hole where even the hardest criminal’s fear where their next step mighttake them. My lot in life is to keep the scu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/554138/ The vast void of space at times canbe overwhelming. But with time one begins to adapt and accept their tiny rolein the universe. And time is just what you have when you are placed on a spacestation that it self is adrift in space…For what seems like forever ago thisstation had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/554137/ The tale of the ember kind is onethat of the earth itself. From the veins in the planet sprung forth thesecreatures of primordial fire.  Eachseeming to be forged of the mountains fire. But still crafted in the godsimage.  A people of great strength theEmber kind quickly b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vetamotes/554135/