http://slow.writerscafe.org/kitaliaemme The original writings of author Kitalia Emme en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776189808 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rated X This is a try story, very descriptive, and not for the feint of heart. Please know this is non fiction and an X rating http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1734524/ August 1st, Imperial Year 794.Sorry I didn't write yesterday, I just didn't have anything to say. Or rather I didn't know how to say what I had in mind to tell you. It was a lot, and wonderful, and I have forgiven Ferron for his unusual behavior the night before. To be honest I couldn't really be an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1728260/ Dear World, Please stop judging on something so superficial as a humans silhouette, as trivial as a head cover, tattoos, or religion. Stop believing that because you don't understand someone's beliefs they are wrong. Stop judging the many by the few. Stop believing everything you are told and stop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1675216/ Five minutes, from the time you pause in the hallway to the time you step around the door frame and see the light of joy fill them as if it is the first time they have seen a sunrise.Maybe it is a simple part of your daily routine. Traffic, Pick up kid, traffic, call boss to arrange that pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1666994/ Short easy to read and easier to digest explanations for why your kids are crazy, what you are doing wrong, and how that balance may not be forty years away, only twenty eight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1666993/ I loved you past tomorrow, When the sun will set.I loved you past tomorrow,Though the ends not coming yet.I loved you past tomorrow, Before yesterdays dream began.I loved you past tomorrowand beyond this daydreams end.I loved you past tomorrowand the storms that we will face.I loved you past tomorro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1650631/ Its not so hard to seeon the days when she's in pain.And yet each day she standsAnd walks that road again.Its easy to see the limpIn her elegant strideAnd yet each step she takesIs filled with graceful pride.Its not to hard to seeThe trials she his bravedBut you will never fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1650601/ June 1st, Imperial Year 795.I followed Rosalie, and have taken on care of the Sparrows nest. She is so lost in grief that she has been unable to do much more than stare at the pot. I know this grief far too well. This empty, lonely feeling. Turning to greet someone who will never again walk .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1642957/ On broken wings we wait another dayWe slumber in the quiet isolation.Until at last our freedom can be found.And we break the bonds that chain usto the cold unfeeling ground.We wait to fly away from human pain, to feel that breath of life one more.To stand atop the mountains grand.and once again rule.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1634962/ Rowtag, God of Fire has been missing since the destruction of the Temple of Rowtag during the genocide of the Xiyifi [Zee-yi-fee] people. The artifact known as the Eye of Rowtag has passed hands many times frequently leading it's possessor to misfortune. Some believe that if one has the knowledge to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1632792/ The answers to the questions you never knew you had about the work of Tidesong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1632791/ May 3rd, Imperial Year 794.Father showed up at the Crow not two days from Daniel and Ferrons fight. He demanded to know what had happened that Daniel was arrested, and that I was staying at the Crow sharing a room with a young man he had no knowledge of.I informed him that I had forfeit my birthrigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1622476/ April 6th, Imperial Year 794.I know it has been so long since last I wrote, but as tenants have come to the Swallows Nest the work has become such that I have never known. I admit that the moment I enter my room I am asleep. I never remember to light the lamp, let alone write. There have bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1622400/ March 1st, Imperial Year 794Ferron has said nothing to me since last nights meal. He hasn't been cold, just thoughtful and silent. I wanted to lay beside him again tonight, hoping that that would have helped him, but Ghost is staying till tomorrow, so that wasn't an option for me. Work aroun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1622398/ February 3rd Imperial Year 794I dreamed of mother last night. She told me to hold fast to what I believed, for I was stronger then I knew. When I woke I went to her room to tell her. I knew she wouldn't be there. Though I still feel the anger and the pain, I have accepted that she is gone. S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1622396/ Mind broken, thoughts bent.Better tears long since spent.But that's the world, my dear, so cry no more.Believing all blame is yoursHiding fear behind closed doorsDon't let them see the shame, my dear, so cry no more.Wicked words teaching liesFear someone will hear your cries."They'll never understan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1484953/ Please, please do not love me, I am ugly, I am scarred.My face is lined with worry, with fear and pain I'm marked.I'm broken and I'm battered, I'm damaged, I am bruised.Tell me why you looked my way, of all who you could choose?My voice is horse and cracking, my eyes are cold and bleak.I've built a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1483032/ And I bid farewell to another wonderful person. So much joy you brought into this life as a teacher, a counselor, and a friend. If I could have chosen my own grandparents you would have been one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1482755/ I am learning to live again after 6 years of depending on someone to think for me, believing every word that was said, believing I was stupid, worthless, weak, unloveable. Now I'll stand strong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1471061/ A last farewell to my beloved uncle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1444111/ True story, one more wonderful thing about my father. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1440223/ For my son, as today (10/31/14) is his 4th birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1434965/ January 1st Imperial Year 794By the time I reached the Crow yesterday I was far to exhausted to write. After father and I fought I fell asleep while waiting for him to retire for the evening. I assume he was attempting to make peace with the Barrett's, though I am uncertain. I woke early yesterday a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1433134/ Ferron rushed in, holding his arm, the pain was nearly unbearable. He was unsure who he would be saving, after all, he knew her secret. There was a chance that his bursting in meant that he was saving that b*****d and not Chenoa. Still, it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take, and even if she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1433004/ Ferron Rowe is the son of a noble family with a promising future until he meets Chenoa and everything changes. He finds himself caught up in a series of events that will make him question everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1432640/ Sometimes I wake to silence,And my heart breaks again.Sometimes I hear your laughterin the echoes of the rain,some times I feel your handtouching mine, and feel the painas I remember you are no longer there.If it would mean that for a dayI could walk with you,I would sell my soulfor a chance to make.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1432456/ December 2dn Imperial Year 793Mother again requires assistance to breath. I had hoped. Really truly hoped that she was going to be all right. The winter is over. It's summer now. She is supposed to be getting well, but she isn't. She is getting worse. Father has sent for Lydia and Benjamin, I just h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1432385/ November 5thLydia had changed quite a bit. She is careful and proper, even graceful. 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Now, let my first ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1429231/ October 3rdI apologize that I have been nearly two weeks that I have been silent. I have been lost in my books, planning the best way to teach Ghost, or sitting in the cabin with Ghost going over lessons. He is half way between annoyed and fascinated by everything I show him. He is catching .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1429229/ September 5thGhost has been spending his days in town. He is insistent upon 'helping' the doctor. He is also animate that should anyone die he be permitted to assist with preparing the body for burial. It's actually rather disturbing the fascination Ghost has with death and the human body. 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Why had she challenged the stories the elders told to warn of the dangers of the "Forest Dwellers". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1427121/ Once upon a midnight dreary I sat and stared, my mind most weary,at a monitor screen as time passed me byAnd on a Reddit links I clicked, unsure of what I'd seeFor a time I watched some bacon as it did fry,and then a bad crash, a car did flyAnd my grey cells I did fry.And as I browsed through, thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1427053/ A sample of things to come... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1426622/ August 1stThough I am happy to be home I am finding it so hard to sit still. I finally decided to really look at the gift the strange woman gave me. The more I look at it the more at peace I feel. It feels like it is a peace of the ocean it's self. 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Taking pills to make it through your day, knowing that people are judging you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1422304/ “Here” he walked over and draped a long coat around her shoulders.  She looked up, to meet his eyes, she didn’t want him to go, she wanted him to reach out, to pull her close again, to hold her. He stood there, his hands on her shoulders, watching her face carefully. She .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitaliaemme/1422301/