http://slow.writerscafe.org/rachelmbenson The original writings of author Rachel M. Benson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776023781 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  I am a woman silent…                       Not a girl Surrounded by a house of toys…           &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelmbenson/239765/ This is a short story I wrote in high school and have now rewritten it. I always liked it especially in high school, I had positive feedback even back then, the surpise ending was most favorable. This time around I made it less of a surprise though, givin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelmbenson/239749/  LIES Lies float around us each day,As more build they start to consume-Our very souls to sustain themselves.Each bite of my life makes me blindLinger on the edge of a Cliff, walking aloneSoon I will not be able to see where to step.Soon I will Fall over the edge,This p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelmbenson/207351/ Complex Building(Work in Progress)             “A graphic designer’s work is never finished”; at least that was what Eliza was thinking as she rubbed her clouded eyes before shutting off the computer. She had been up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelmbenson/207348/  A Letter from My Mother North sat in the drivers' seat staring up at her childhood home. It had been ten years since she had last been inside and she was afraid of getting out of the car. Sitting there staring up at her house, North could remember all the years of silence she had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelmbenson/207344/  The Royal Poet Laureate Cry of thunder roar of warThe brotherhood is pounding down the doorStampeding through the streetsBanners and trumpets sounding of brave featsWhite knights with swords held high Battle cries fire filling the skiesFools write riddles of kings’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelmbenson/70757/  On My Knees Praying Eyes wondering from the corner.Ladies dressed to be mourners.The pen rolls off the desk.Sunlight is waning into dusk.Bare branches across the sky.Waves lapping their tears fly.Bondage for prisoners of war.They are weeping dying please no more.His .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelmbenson/70756/  The Photograph I saw your body silken and naked lying there             Light from the sun light the room with life Shadows crept from the floor boards along the bed      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelmbenson/70752/  Her madness surrounds me…             It engulfs every step of my life … Her disconnected reality show looms above…             It is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelmbenson/70749/