http://slow.writerscafe.org/JuanPuma The original writings of author Taffy Lane Writer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062897 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Whatelse did you see in Newt Reno's imagination?” Newt Rahn asked AlecTron after they had slept on it that night, “Do you remember?”“Itisn't just his imagination, you know?” Alec said.“Didyou see the all powerful one, the creator of reality?” N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1542400/ I use a story about the imagination of two boys in a warning to remember what you imagine as the truth should remain thought of as imaginary. Believing imaginary things are real is dangerous at best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1542310/ AsYet UntitledByJohn F CarverCopyright2015 John F CarverChapter1: I Know that I AmI knowI am. Before there was a place to be in I was. And when there is nolonger a place to be in I will yet be. Even if no one else is in theend, I will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1542309/ Another metaphor that is as close to true this time as I can manage without the Creator were to write it. I am a Christian but I hope to display my beliefs herein in a way any Christian might. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1542307/ Whenyou were not I was there. Before all the universes were formed I wasthere. Before your universe was, I was there. Before your galaxy wasI was there. Before your star system was I was there. Before youplanet was, I was there. Before any human being was I was there. Before your mos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1540684/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1540680/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1540673/ The trilogy is done. Now for the rewrites. There is so much truth; so much of me in here I hope you don't mind if I leave it on here for a while even though it is rather long for this site. 93,824 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1539887/ “Oh, that you would make me a mindless human,” Frank suddenlycried out to his writer, “Someone interested enough in sports toignore it is all about big money. Someone disinterested in thetruth, in reality, in Jesus Christ, in God! A mindless idiot whorisks house and fam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1539865/ “Wheream I now?” Frank asked Them.You areon a laptop in a word processing program, being prepared forpublication on WritersCafe.com a Web site where your entire life hastaken shape.“Butevery crook and creep on the entire earth is on here,” Frank said,“.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1539806/ Have Ilied thus far? Can you conceive of something I have not been taughtabout fiction or learned by experience and trial and error? I can'twait to know what it is if you can! I mean something that is not somuch Jabberwocky type stuff I can't understand it of course.What ofthe light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1538909/ Everygood fiction shares something about some one, some thing or someplace.Ialready have Frank Li and the readers have already assumed he is thesame character from the first two books of the trilogy. But what issome one called Frank Li? In the first book he was a man, in thesecond .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1538812/ Onceupon a time where there was no time there was no man named Frank Li. And Frank Li was not real anywhere else but real there. However henever was in a coma and he never came out of one. He never had amother or a father and no family was around to disapprove or approveof him. He did.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1538666/ The third book of the Sojourn trilogy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1538665/ “It'stime, Frank Li,” I said sadly, “It's time to go in, now.”“Idon't want to go in there,” he said, “I don't ever want anyone tobe like I am again.”“Evenyourself, Frank!” I said in my shock.“Idon't deserve to live,&rd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1537931/ “Thenthe hippies and yippies came out of the pit claiming they were intopeace, love and change. The liars called sex love, peace gettinghigh and change a sticking field of feces in New York State. Theynever changed anything except it was a lot easier to be ashamed ofyourself for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1537896/ “Americais a dream of the rich,” Frank Li said, “I memorized theConstitution of the United States of America in Sixth grade because Iwanted to know what the rules were. What a joke! 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Are they not just children like you were once. Otherwisethey wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1534390/ “It'salmost time, Frank Li,” I said.“Timefor what?” he asked.“Doyou want to meet others?” I asked.“Othersin a coma?” Frank asked.“No,”I said guardedly, “Others like me.”Isensed his amazement and knew he had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1534279/ “Wow!”Frank Li said, “What was that?”“Yourwriter needed some rest so he deleted some of his book which is wherewe live,” I said, “He was trying to commit suicide by taking onAllah again. He got too wrapped up in the third dimension again. He's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1534172/ FrankLi began walking around in Jacky's yard trying to know what grassfelt like, I guess. But I don't know that. He is just a characterin a novel by Jacky when he grew up to be John F Carver the author ofSojourn. Therein Frank was the main character who incidentally was awhole lot like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1533527/ I justmonitored Frank Li's spiritual mind after that for a while, but itseemed to be sleeping almost all the time. They didn't seeminterested in inspiring him to do anything and he became so bored hedidn't know what to do, but slip back to the first and seconddimensions in his mind afte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1533445/ I knewhe was scanning his now three dimensional mind, but I kept silent tosharpen his mental acuity.'I knowyou are still here,' he said, 'Where are you?''Wheredo you want me to be?' 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Someone, anyone, nobody,p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1532617/ Youbelieve in Jesus Christ and have passed the test which is proof youare no enemy of God and stand against Jesus of Nazareth who loved himlike no other man ever loved anyone. You liars. You never evenheard of him. Your prayers have been answered in your imaginationonly. You write bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1532217/ Then Iwas in the Light. But my writer wasn't even there yet. He wassitting in the group home in the dining room with his laptop sittingon the table and I could see him sitting there writing these verywords onto his little computer.“I amnot a person that I should be here at all,&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1532096/ “Issomething wrong, Frank?” the Inspiring One asked, “You don't seemto be happy today?”“Howcan I be happy,” I said, “She was my mother, wasn't she?”“Yes,Frank,” the Inspiring One said, “You didn't share it with her int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1532059/ Youwere not humans but you acted like them, merely animals with a bodyand brain that houses the wiring that They gave you when you weremembers of the line of Man a major inconvenience that requires nearconstant redirection and nearly continuous distractions if you are toignore your purpose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1531725/ “Butin a way you prayed publicly for them,” the Inspiring One said, “Isthat wise.”“Whetherin private or in public one must pray when one is so moved at thetime they want it most genuinely for surely not to do that grants theNemesis an opportunity to distra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1531561/ “Theyare only human,” the Inspiring One said, “Why were you so hard onthem?”“Noone else I know cares enough about them to tell them the truth,” Isaid.He wassilent.“Thereis no hatred greater than to leave the insane alone in their insanity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1531542/ I say,“Do not ask for a sign. 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All they write about is death and dying, sex andperversion other than e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1530308/ “Afterthey had all died except nine of the family of Man though one of themwas so much a part of Them while he was even on earth They took himbefore his body had even died to be with Them. So it wasn't a totalloss. The Nemesis didn't get them all,” the Inspiring One said.&l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuanPuma/1530235/ “Therewas once one who They slighted because of his religion. 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