http://slow.writerscafe.org/AlyxHromas The original writings of author GypsyDanger en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776178782 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "When the lights dim, and the music stops,the blood will flow.The blood will bring the fear,and the fear will beckon The Beast." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1430153/ Monstrum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1430134/ You can never see what's in front of you if you look straight down Some things only come around just....one...time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1429558/ We are all of us fools that bade the shadows well, then run to the light; drawn like moths to the flame, we throw ourselves to the fire as sacrifices, marveling as we burn,-surprised!- as if we thought it wouldn't hurt...We pluck forbidden apples with the intent of playing God, but cast them down .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1380222/ I close my eyes to still the sound,and pray The Lord my soul to keep,but the tearing of thin membrane,stirs the silence as I sleep.Now I lay me down to rest,and pray The Lord to keep me safe,from Elder Gods, don't slumber now!and leave us all here wondering how,we can walk in the Val.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1380215/ I began when HE ended; I flew this place when the sun burned down to asphalt, and the sky bled crimson. There are being that move in the fog, monsters that prey in the dark... on Them, while I pray. But I still hold the key. Memories stalk these halls like phantoms in the storm. Grief is gangrenous,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1380214/ Cast thou down, elusive light,hidden eyes with withered sight.And all may fight ere break the day,regardless of what lore may say.Beings of envy, lost and old,seek that which was once foretold.The blades of malice,blood runs cold;all that glitters is not gold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1379806/ The walls are weakening; I feel it constantly... the subtle shifts of paradigms, the malignant feelings that hatch as visions before our eyes, the scurrying of rats behind the walls seeking cracks in the fixtures and holes in the insulation. Locks rust and surfaces leak, and we are forgotten. THEY g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1379804/ I had forgotten how beautiful this place was... how beautiful they- Why are they so lovely? Why does my heart pound? In this crimson field of flowers... why are they-Flashing lightning, thunder; that rumbling over the horizon, and they all burn beneath me. Why are they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1379801/ A wise man sees things as they really are, as they really appear, without prejudice, without judgement, without the influence of common opinion, but a truly enlightened man sees things exactly as he wishes to see them, exactly as he imagines them to be, and in seeing things like so, the enlightened .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1377839/ It is times like these that we realize how universally interchangeable our concept of time is. The present is shaped by the past, and the past, however much we claim it "finished", can creep back up from the pauper's grave we bury it in and become a cataclysm that crumbles the foundations of the fut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1377658/ Does this... lucid dreaming amount to the requisition of the soul? Or just random acts of belligerence? Like some form of soundless communication driven through our subconscious existences like a nail. There must be some meaning, though I have been thus far unable to comprehend the meaning of the ve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1377583/ Borne out of ash and offlesh; cut and stone-!the endless, the hopeless,and shatter the bone.Dissever the Ether,and peel back my flesh;remember the Other,and capsize my chest!Sever and tether the bindings to me.Remove my restraints,and manacle me.It all comes down,to the worms.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1377578/ I took a breath, and my mind was flooded with the drug society calls acceptance. White hot ribbons of passion tore jarringly through my veins and burned so complete and overpoweringly that I feared just to touch me would burn him, and yet he did not burn. The thin layer of sweat between our bodies g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlyxHromas/1377577/