http://slow.writerscafe.org/GabrielEden The original writings of author Gabriel Eden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776086425 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ha of course she doesn't. I brush away my fear of her for good. My feet hit the gravel road and my heart beats to the pleasant thump of my feet. The sun is making it’s debut for the day and the air is just starting to warm up. The vermont green is shading my way along this forgotten dirt road.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1451409/ It’s a long and brutal fight of strength, yet we both feel twin senses of release as he weakens inside of me. Theres blood on the floor and on my feet. I’ve never bleed so much, as I see the blood drizzle across my toes I almost feel cleansed. Even more when white mixes with red becoming.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1441479/ Different voices have different colorsSounds and shaped unique to each pair of lipsEach movement painting a perfectly blended illusionAnd each different pair of ears Hears it's own soundsNever knowing that each piece of music Each vibration Is an illusionAnd so we see and listen to this forever rive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1434672/ The FallI was there for the fallI heard the noise I saw it allI watched the trees form a wallAs I lay trapped in my leafy hallMany lives fell to the mudAs they landed in the leaves of bloodThe wolves criedAs Summer diedAnd winter slowly crept in to hideThe Fall was there and many diedThey got their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1434667/ Seven blackbirds in the skyI tried to runBut its time to dieI’ll miss the sun    But I cannot deny  The instrument I have strungMy body becoming weakIs getting coldCome and find what you seekMake me the thing you holdWhere is the hope I face defeatIt’s too late my sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1432718/ This is my heritage and what rest in my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1428067/ The bells and screams accompanyMy walks down the hallsI’m shown no act of chivalryListening to my masters calls I hear the dinner bellMy tiny room fills with fearThis is a sound us servants know wellAnd one we never want to hearThis house is cold and greyThe nights stark and longWe scurry abou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1428065/ My brother is autistic and this is how i feel about him. All i can say if my parents think he will do nothing and be nothing that his autism defines him. Oh how wrong they are http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1428063/ Today's my tenth birthday, not that my mother cares. I roll off the mattress I've shared with my mother for years, She so high right now. I hate seeing her like this , it makes me hate her. I can remember the first time on this bed her in the bath ignoring the agony her son is in and i hate th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1427161/ My aunt Triss drops me off home from daycare with a sad look on her face. I drag my spider man backpack up the many stairs to me and my mothers small apartment I walk into the door, the hot sun on my back. I can hear her laughing too loudly in the bed room we share. I grab a juice box from t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1427158/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GabrielEden/1427155/