http://slow.writerscafe.org/messed_up_world The original writings of author Kirsty Anne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029564 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 *inspired by TWD and TLoU* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1429450/ *inspired by TWD and TLoU* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1429011/ *inspired by TWD and TLoU* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1429000/ *inspired by TWD and TLoU* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1428986/ *inspired by TWD and TLoU* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1428985/ *inspired by TWD and TLoU* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1428984/ A poem about the lies of school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1428827/ "Daddy...please wake up..."Her words echo around my mind, distracting me from the nothingness.  A welcome change, it must be said.Kind of."Why won't he move?""His body's fallen asleep.  He can't move it, dearie.""Oh..."Her little voice rings like a bell in my ear.  All I want to do is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1427678/ It's 2059 AD, and Lester has finally woken from his coma. But things have changed; mutations walk the street, turning the world on its head. *New chapter uploaded per 20 views :)* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1427248/ The ignorant manAnd the understanding man.One sees a grumpy child,Dressed all in black,Hair covering his face,Angry, aggressive, rude.And he will avoid him.The other sees a child,Dressed all in black,Hair covering his face.And he will not avoid him,For his mother always told himNever to judge a book.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1427162/ I wrote this when I was depressed, I'm not anymore :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1426655/ The second part of the rebellion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1426549/ This is the beginning of the rebellion... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1426531/ Sitting in a circle, all 494 of us hold hands and look to the floor in prayer of our lost brother.  Some of us aren't religious, some of us didn't know Morris at all, yet we all come together to pray."Friend, brother, and teacher of many, Morris will never be forgotten.  He holds a place i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1426064/ It's been a week since Morris' disappearance, and things seem to have settled.  People are upset rather than angry, and talk of God's vengeance is already circulating through the cells.  More and more of us have drilled through to our neighbours, and so the community is almost entirely con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1425987/ A few days later, there is a hole in both walls.  Daphne is asleep, but Hamish is still here for me to talk to.  "Ach...""What is it?""My face...it's stinging like a motherf**ker...""Let me see...they might have stitched it wrongly...""Rosanne, I don't want to frighten you...""You think it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1425585/ A week later, the power returns.  Bare lightbulbs that hang from the ceiling cast light around each cell, allowing us to see directly into cell 243 - Morris' cell.It's empty.I look at the floor of my cell and bite on my lip.  "Morris isn't coming back, is he?"  I ask nobody, before I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1425513/ Narrated by Rosanne, a patient in the asylum. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1425506/ I've decided to work on this piece before I continue with Hay Hill Asylum :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1425495/ From this point on, the story will be narrated by Katie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1425260/ The words of his granddaughter shot around his mind as he fixed his gaze on a spot in the distance.  "Did daddy like the castle?""Aye...he loved the castle..." He said to no-one.  "When he was a bairn, and after the asylum shut down, he loved it.  Every day, he begged to go.  Whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1424757/ This one's a bit graphic, sorry about that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1424368/ Thenext morning, he woke up in his tattered old bunk, as he did every morning,with his arms wrapped around his pillow and the scar on his lip stinging likehell.  But when he rolled over to checkthe time, he saw a tuft of brown hair sticking up from beneath the old quilted bedsheet. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1424307/ “Aye,the ruin on auld hay hill…well, I dinnae ken if you want tae know, me bairn…”“Please, papa, tell me the story again…” Hesighed, inhaling deeply through his nose and running his tongue over the scaron his lip.  His grand-daug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1423885/ *inspired by Outlast* It's been 50 years since the disappearance of his son, but he is still haunted by the memories. A dark force emits from the abandoned asylum near his house, but why? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/messed_up_world/1423869/