http://slow.writerscafe.org/ServalCattery The original writings of author Amber Nicole en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000650 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A spoof/parady of 'The Wizard of Oz' using some of the characters from Buffy. Enjoy! :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/611703/ *title says it all...* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/611508/ Children, with epilepsy, downs syndrome, etc., touch something in you with their serene and beautiful view of the world around them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/566869/ She walks as graceful as the night,the wind billowing around her.With silent eyes like shinning stars,her tears falling short after. Her golden hair is gleaming,flowing down her dress of white.Barefoot as she walks throughthe starry sky of night. As a child she always r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/429391/ When I look in the mirrorI'm not looking back.I see a reflection of what has been,a mirror looking into the past.One with no troublesthat is free.I see a little girl,in a pink bathing suit,who is looking backat me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/429363/ Streets dark,lights bright.An alley of cold, dark defeat. Crouching low,sitting below.Trying to hide from it. Boxes crushed,dumpsters tall.An escape that won't be met. Shadowy figure,figure of dark.The evil has now found me. Useless pleading,sile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/429360/ Embrace the land and sky of old.Discover where water became a wave.And wonder how one continues irreduciblytaking the design of your inner shepherd.After years all you wanted is friends.The greatest inspiration.The intelligent risk of complexity.A place where success always supports,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/429358/  Silently thinking to herselfthonderous thoughtsthat could paralyzeany grown mantwice her size. From my viewpointI see her walking,by and by she saunters,like the rustling windover shallow waters. Her hair is trampled,her clothes are torn.The look in her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/429357/ The wine is warming in my glass. Condensation rolling down.Like little pebbles on a cliff-sidewilling and waiting to drown.How did my life get to this point?Slipping through my hands. Grain of salt and tumbleweedsrotting in the forgotten lands.My heart once full of happiness,co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/416562/ It's cold outside,frosted in white.The sunshine serenely glows.The air is quiet,hibernating.Paw prints in the snow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/413086/ It doesn't matter how old I get.I will always be herbaby girl,and she will always be myMommy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/411078/ An old womanwith all of her jewelry onsitting at a bar stool,waiting for her belovedto return. A polished manin a suit and tiestanding on wallstreet,hailing a cabto slow down. A young childchasing a red ballthat ran out into the street,hopingto retrieve it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/411070/ I try to writebut the words I seekwill not comethe phrases I long forlingerin the far cornersof my mindforever residing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/411069/ sequel to 'Alone' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/404429/ I am alone.I have no pillowsto rest my head.Nowhere to layin a soft bed.I have no parents,no father and mother.I have no siblings,a sister and brother.And then I hear it,a knock at the door.I getup to answerwhat I am no more.I see a manwith a charming grin,silently aski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/404428/ Through streets wide and narrow,across oceans and mind.Over rivers and valleys,through conscience and mind.I look out and see,a Man standing there.A lone man,with no one to care.For everyone is sleepingor gone for the night.I look around wonderingif anyone might.With a bag un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/403090/ Like pools of fire,two pits of flames,burning and scorchingall others,whom ventureto render near.Mounted on horses,daring to proceed,beyond limitatinson venemous heed,to concealthy heart.Gabbing-Telling-Sharing-Prating,all which is privateand true.Neverphantasmi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/403088/ As I look around and seeeverything surrounding me,with the blink of an eyesomething passes in the sky.When I look up above,what i see is a small dove,soaring with the grace of a feathernothing else seems to matter.For this bird, a graceful one,is flying around having so much fun;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/392741/ After the sun has gone downat the end of the day,and all of the childrenhave stopped with their play,When Pauline Clarke Mosbyhas paid us a visit,the children sit aroundall ready to listen.For on this very night,in all of the year,people slept away,their dreams without fear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/389883/ shortest story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/389715/ My grandma once told meit was not okay to cry.The passing of tears shall never go by.The sounding of sobsshould never be heard-silence as the shepherdrounds up his herd.But every word was wrong,every syllable misplaced.Then I learned that onlyshe was defaced. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/389701/ here i amlying here waitingfor a bone to be thrownfor a love to be givenon this one way streetof a breaking hearthere i amsitting here waitingfor a sliver of your lovetrying to ignorethe others you have foundto tag alonghere i amdying inside, waitingwaiting for a love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/389309/ once green and livelynow frozen in placelike a stilled photographin the moving worlda stolen moment outlined in white-a child's broken crayona picture frozen in placeby the frost of the night-the perfect paintingthat has never been paintednow a poempainted with the brusho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/389308/ The new nieghbors have moved in todayand the situation is quite dire.But no one seems to carethat our neighbors are vampires!I watched from my bedroom windowas they moved their furniture inThere were bats, coffins, forggy things,and furry animals with fins.My mother must have g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/389305/ They say that time heals all wounds. For me, there’s only too much of it yet never quite enough at the same time. I don’t know who they are, but I wish desperately to believe them. Day after day, night after night, shadows of the past crawl over my skin, causing it to prickle from its in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ServalCattery/375147/