http://slow.writerscafe.org/loudenclear The original writings of author LOUDENCLEAR en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991441 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A place, far away, my childhood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/771743/ "Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see."-HELEN KELLER http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/740664/ I do not have transmitters in my brain or any stink-in' wang-dang paranoia-cysts. Everyone knows about thoses. No. I come from a different frontier altogether, but I was raised by ants. The queen was very demanding. We worked really hard. I do not like the pusher-man. His eyes are rocks an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/732996/ "Just kill the noise." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/730699/ My transformation, unwillingly, into that of the Monster. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/609506/ A paragraph that came from my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/597619/ ....do some persevere... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/584844/ Isolation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/574779/ The plight of the obsessive compulsive lawn mower becomes the plight of an attention deficit disordered writer and reader. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/568021/ The thoughts that haunt an addict's mind and the struggle to defeat the voice of self-gratification and the desire, as the addict drools, to feel other than, to feel better than, to flee the present.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/567537/ We once finished each other's sentences and even communicated without speaking. We laughed and laughed and walked the wharf at night dreaming the same dream. Ten years, my friend, our lifeline-gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/565213/ Henry, a disorganized schizophrenic, rants about his "friend" Casey, another man with mental illness that resides in Henry's group home. Henry calls his time with Casey "chess play" but, in reality... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/565000/ Henry O'Malley, a disorganized schizophrenic, reveals his studies and research regarding the Stick People. If some believe in God, why not believe in Stick People? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/564816/ As my mother continues to harp on my "trashy" room, I find better things to ponder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/564730/ Henry O'Malley, a disorganized schizophrenic, goes on another one of his rants. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/564652/ One of the first writings on Harriett and her best friend-anonymous. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/564646/ Henry O'Malley, a 40 something year old man tells of his surreal journey through mental illness, or to be more specific, disorganized schizophrenia as is written in the DSM-IV. Come join him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/562570/ Henry O'Malley, a disorganized schizophrenic, reveals his studies and discoveries regarding the Stick People. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/562100/ A raw description of depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/562091/ Loneliness and falling into the dark hole. One day, you will be nothing, you will not exist. No one can save you from the human condition which is simply: we all die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/562086/ The relationship between a lonely young lady and her doll Harriett. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/562083/ A poem about useless items. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/562078/ A story of blissful childhood and the awakening to the world as the child begins to realize the unpleasant storm that awaits. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loudenclear/561854/