http://slow.writerscafe.org/shadowy-shelter The original writings of author .:Arianna:. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979514 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When day was doneand dusk drew nearthere was a golden hourWhen sunlight kissed for one last timeeach yellow-petaled flowerAnd all the duneswere set ablazeThe grass was cloaked in fireAnd on my skinthe last rays dancedto a tune of my desireI sat thereFor a little whileUnder a violet domeIf ever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/2260856/ The world's a bed of rotting bonesupon a field of flowersA clock refused to tickwhile I was counting down the hoursA tongue was sworn to silencethough I begged it to obeymy teeth bit down so hardbut even blood won't make it swayI wrote of pain and sorrowwhen I didn't have to checkif sorrow's bony fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/2150850/ Damn the longing straight to Hellwhere with my demons it can danceDip its brush in the blood of the poppies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/2112889/ A broken little heart still beatsin folded corners of a chestWhen all the while the sorrow eatsaway at it, as it knows bestA tired tongue is laying stillin dried out caves deprived of soundSince Mars has conquered the mind's willVenus is forced to leave her moundThe blood is languishing, devout,in r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/2101977/ There is a poetwho thinks no one's watchingwhen he goes to a cornerinside his own mindHe feeds on his reveries,gets drunk on his nightmares,he is convincedhe's the last of his kindAnd the same carmine inkthat he dips his sharp pen innow escapes from the cornerof his very last lineThere's only one qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/2051499/ I'll want you till the day I diewhether it was love or a lieYou may not have a single cluedon't worry yourself with thoughts so blueMy heart can break for two.For every memory you forgetI'll fill an extra page,the actor never feels aloneuntil he is offstageI only wish you somehow knewthe girl I coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1963230/ We all know that feeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1948500/ November 2nd, 2017Last night I dreamed of Ethan. We were standing in a thick, light blue mist. I could feel the dampness on my cheeks and arms. He was taller than I remember, I don't know why. The mist stretched far and wide and we were dressed in summer clothes. I wore a rose in my hair a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1942740/ 'Hendale...', Emma breathed in the fresh foresty air of the village as they strolled underneath the birch trees, then exhaled. Eloise did the same, only less audibly.  'Are there still blackberry bushes?', Eloise asked.  'Yes. Not much has changed since those times...when grandmother .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1882773/ The call of a blank page http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1864043/ Alexandra's entries were very different from Theodore's. She always greeted the book, then proceeded straight away with the news. There was little poetry, the sentences were short and to the point. The handwriting, too, was something else; much more sophisticated and steady, each letter and each spa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1832043/ Tonight let's be two stranded starsTwo gems sewn in the skyLet's not explain to anyoneDon't even say goodbyeLet's lilt to each others hummingAnd let's sway to each others pullThe night is everlastingAnd our wine glasses still fullTonight you don't belong to her,You're dust and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1830833/ The sound of loud ringing woke Emma up, who had dozed off on the couch. Note to self: set it on mute next time, she thought to herself, while squinting to see who had called her. It was her sister.Emma looked around the room. Huh, is she still not home?  'El! You home?!'...she shouted towa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1826445/ Eloise had reached the last page. It was brittle and wrinkled, as if drops of water had fallen on it. Tears, perhaps?, Eloise wondered as her index finger searched for the date.October 10th 1901 "Sometimes, sadness is the single most debilitating feeling a man can experience, yet beguiling as w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1817346/ Eloise had barely returned from her trip to New York and already missed Nick dreadfully. The past days with him had opened up a whole new scale of emotions she never knew existed. The word happiness just didn't cut it. She spent the next days meticulously recounting everything, and Emma was more tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1815040/ You appeared through an open door one dayand though I did not know your faceI knew we stood at the beginningof what could have beenbut would not.But I knew.Did you?Yet even though I saw it would lead to a heart too bruised to beatI chose to follow the thought of youdancing with the th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1789034/ -No date-A few years ago, I can't remember exactly when, I went back to Abbeycombe Park in London, back to the wooden bench where we first sat together and talked about her love letter. I sat there, pining over everything, over what I was supposed to do now that she was gone, who I was now that she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1789029/ 18th August 1858Yesterday, it was exactly 3 years ago since Alexandra's disappearance. I am three years into my quest to find her. I have yet to see her beautiful eyes. I haven't received a single golden tip, there has been no sign of life, no trail to follow, no clues or suspects. It is as if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1784113/ December 8th 1857''The pain only seems to worsen as time goes by. I have become a hermit, locked up in a house too big for myself. I often forget what day it is, whether it is early morning or early  evening. I only notice the passing of time from Alexandra's plants. They keep growing, greener .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1784112/ May 30th 1854Not a day goes by that I don't wake up beside her. We still sleep in my old room, in my old house, but something has changed. We are wed now, we belong to each other. With all these changes around us, anything that has not yet changed feels odd. Peculiarly out of place, as if that too m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1777682/ Eloise looked outside the little window. All she could see for miles and miles, was a thick blanket of fluffy clouds, stretching as far as the eye could see, all the way to the horizon, or what seemed to be the horizon. She was exhausted. She had been flying for hours, but it seemed much longer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1774831/ Finally, there was the sound of keys atthe front door.         'WHATTHE HELL, EMMA?! Where have you been? Busy? Youcouldn't explain? I was worried!', Eloise exclaimed right after Emmaclosed the door behind her.   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1766075/ Look at the creases you made in my gloveEach of my poems has suffered for love.Each of my wrinklesis dipped in your timeEach of my rosemaryneeding your thymeI wake every morningforgetting a dreamI sleep every eveningremembering a schemeI savor each thirstfor it leads to your wellGrant me a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1750997/ May 2nd 1854Home Within   My thoughts on thismorningbelong,not to me They hide awaydeepin the swellsof your sea Just like a prowleryou stole themat night Unlocking the doorof the dream,where Ihide You laid down beside meand mused until dawn  Until ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1750983/ Eloise turned the next page carefully. She had lost track of time so much that she didn't even notice that the date of the diary had jumped to 1854. A few pages had been torn out diligently.                            .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1740889/ 16th March 1853Ever since I proposed to Alexandra, she has been mentioning her mother repeatedly. She misses her terribly and wishes she could tell her she is getting married. Not that she would approve.... They have never been apart for so long. So, after realizing how much Mrs. Rapherty still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1740876/ A few days had gone by, and Emma and Eloise had yet another free day together. 'Any ideas?', Emma asked her sister while washing the dishes of the night before.Eloise was still eating breakfast, holding her toast with one hand and the diary in the other. She had not been able to put it down after re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1733411/ With a lump in her throat, Eloise clicked on the little envelope symbol on her laptop screen. She had known all morning Nick had responded to her e-mail, but she preferred to read it alone. As soon as Emma left for her dentist appointment, Eloise hurried across the room, grabbed her laptop and went .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1725581/ January 15th 1853''To ensure a good the best beginning of our New Year, I urged Alexandra to head out together in order to buy a new diary. Uncle John and aunt Leda gave us some money as a token of their love and appreciation of our hospitality, and though we refused it many times, they insisted.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1725580/ December 29th 1852''The day after Christmas, I woke up feeling blissfully rejuvenated. Alexandra was still lying in my arms, sleeping. Downstairs I could hear aunt Leda's loud voice, asking my father what he wanted for breakfast. I had no notion of time. Was it midday already?Alexandra heard aunt Le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1724742/ 'No! Is this for real?!'.Eloise slammed the diary shut and looked at her sister in disbelief. 'I know, right?! So amazing!', Emma clapped her hands like a child. 'I have been dying for you to get to that part!'.  'I can't believe it... Is he making this up? What are the odds?!'. 'Well, the odds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1723063/ I ask my hope'Why are you blind?Who did it to you,who?'She merely stares back blanklypoints a finger and says 'you''It was not me', I shake my head,'You are wrong, that cannot be,why would I sabotage myself?What gain is there for me?''Desire is a wicked thing,you always want that starthat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1723020/ December 26th 1852'T was the morning of Christmas Eve, December 24th, when I woke up to an empty house. Father had gone for one of his morning strolls along the river bank, but I had no clue as to Alexandra's whereabouts. I found a note on her bed, written hurriedly and smelling of  familiar ja.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1719874/ December 11th 1852'The whole town freezes over at this time of year. With some luck, snow follows soon after. The stove is just big enough to warm the house, although the cold comes in from the cracked windows and from underneath the floor boards. when it's windy. We stuffed the mattress w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1715647/ November 4th, 1852'For the past two days she has been refusing to speak to me about what happened. She barely eats or speaks. She spent half a day and a whole night in bed, either sleeping or pretending to sleep. I want to help her. She refuses my help. No one has come for her yet. I am afraid .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1701843/ Emma went to her room as soon as she came home, wet to the bone, and hadn't come out of her room in two hours. Her soup was still on the kitchen table, cold. In the meantime, Eloise had finished her own dinner and done some homework. She had expected Emma to come out at some point, but was about to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1698681/ It was quiet in the kitchen. Both girls were enjoying their home-made chicken soup. The only sound was the clanking of spoons and slurping. 'You like it?''Ohhh, delicious, Eloise...Perfect for this weather. And a great way to celebrate the death of Monday, haha!''I am glad you survived yet anot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1697803/ Eloise sighed deeply. Mere minutes ago she had told Emma she was going to attend class at noon, but she didn't feet like it at all. The note still lay before her, on the kitchen table, folded twice. She looked at the book in her open bag, titled Bruneleschi's Dome. She hadn't missed a clas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1696215/ So cold...so cold in this bus. Can't he turn the heat on for once? It isn't bloody August anymore!...No...it sure isn't August any more. It will never be summer again for me. Good God, it feels like it only happened yesterday, why does it feel like it only happened yesterday? Every day, my feet get .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1690187/ Mondays always felt like triathlon to Emma. She had to wake up at 8.00 o' clock and be at the university by 9.30, where she would follow consecutive classes until 13.30. Then, after a short break, she had to sprint to the library for further research on her thesis, which threatened her with mer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1688289/ July 17th, 1852I would rather not be writing at this moment. Yet, sleep refuses to take me and it is too quiet outside to drown out my own thoughts. I must keep myself busy, lest I go insane. It is midnight. I just arrived home after walking aimlessly in some of the most godforsaken alleys in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1675055/ A dim light was emanating from underneath Eloise's door. She had lit a few candles by her bedside instead of her bright ceiling light. Equipped with tea and home-made chocolate chip cookies, she stroke her fingers past the pages, carefully, trying to pick up where she had left off. Look at me, she t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1657970/ I hear the lovers cry at night,they miss holding each other tight,they can't remember why they quit, they are alone and sick of it.I see them clinging to their phonelike travelers away from home,they linger in their damp regret,they shut their eyes but can't forget.I watch them walkin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1646035/ -''The rain is getting worse''.-''How long has it been?''.-''I don't know. I think we should get going''.Eloise and Emma got up from the dusty floor. It was quiet, inside and outside the house. -"I am hungry. Shall we order some take- out this time?'', Eloise asked. -''Couldn't agree more. Not in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1625906/ July 13th, 1852''Tonight, Fate danced for me for the last time. I was there, in the crowd. The hours had passed by and I knew she would be leaving soon. She had made it abundantly clear there would be no goodbyes. Goodbyes are too final, she told me, and a wanderer could always find himself at the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1622152/ July 13th 1852If there ever was a part of me that still held the notion of God sacred, I forsake it, here and now. I renounce my faith in anything other than pleasure. I will live the rest of my life pursuing this titillating rush of joy, comfort and  simplicity that can only be attai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1602958/ July 12th, 1852"The stronger the sun shines with the coming of summer, the lighter my heart grows. T ' is what has always delighted me so sweetly, ever since I was a young boy, still playing with my skipping rope and marbles at the family farm and riding the pig as if it was a noble steed. Life was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1596088/ March 15th 1852''For the past weeks, I have been looking for her. Every morning, when I open the doors of the grocery store, I hope to find her there, waiting. Of course, she never is. The city is still asleep, as is she, probably in a large feather bed, under freshly washed sheets, laced with flowe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1576741/ Emma's mouth was dry. It had taken her a lot of effort to convince Eloise to stay a little longer. Eloise claimed to have lost interest and wanted to go home. Emma knew, however, that Eloise was rather frightened.  -''Eloise, these pictures...they are not creepy. The more you read, the more you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1556235/ A quarter to three,I don't want to sleep,I don't want to wasteprecious time.Tell me a story, give me a sign,pray tell me there'salways a rhyme.I dreamed life was fadingI dreamed we were wingless,I dreamed that one day we will die.Love, when I wake up,will you be beside me,to tell me that D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shadowy-shelter/1554897/