http://slow.writerscafe.org/Darkonesofthe9 The original writings of author Wraith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031274 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Am I awake? Am I alive? The feeling of holding her, it's sweeter than a final kiss. A passionate goodbye kiss, full of longing, full of passion. "Sarah? I missed you. To have you here again... it's... I love you Sarah." The words are a whisper from my dry lips, a breeze across her ear. Even though I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkonesofthe9/1536031/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkonesofthe9/1536005/ Hastur beckons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkonesofthe9/1526067/ A man finds himself lost in a new city. Hit by culture shock and confused by the new order this city reveals, will he be able to adapt fast enough to endure? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkonesofthe9/1513085/ A fragile figure, torn inside.You search and look for a place to hide.You despise them all, each and every one.Not for what they've done,but for what you've hidden.You're sick, so sick,So twisted inside, you search and you look.But there's no where to hide.You know what you are, you know what you've.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkonesofthe9/1505253/ A pang of guilt,A twinge of regret.Then as soon as it's started,You start to forget.What was it that happened?What led you here?The path was in front of you,It seemed oh so near.Yet now as you look back,Thinking how it was so clear.You couldn't cast off doubt,Couldn't dispel fear.So now you suffer,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkonesofthe9/1488703/ Cruel is the world of men,Cruel are those who dwell in it.You reader, are a monster.And as are you, so am I too.If cruelty was currency,Than who could be richer than mankind?Is it cruel for a son to disobey his father?Is it cruel for a father to punish his son?Nay and yet, yes indeed.Both are cruel,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkonesofthe9/1485795/ A distant memory,This thing that tortures me.A black heart beckoning,This sinners reckoning.Everyone else gives while all I do is take,Is it better to be broken?Is it better to break?Drowning in this flood of dreams,What in heaven? 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