http://slow.writerscafe.org/ecto521 The original writings of author ecto521 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006259 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Remember, remember the tenth of September,it's a day you wont want to overlook.The horrors due to happen wont be written down,Too terrible to reside in a book.I'll walk the streets alone to find me some prey,A knife held firmly in my right.I'll uncover a victim and set right upon her,Before she real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecto521/792855/ Step one - admit a concession of power,Step two - Gods here in your darkest hour.Step three - accept him in all his glory,Step four - time to become your own jury.Step five - tell everyone of your plight,Step six - be ready to let God win your fight.Step seven - on your knees, beg for his aid,Step e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecto521/755326/ From a distance the echo of my duvet befalls my earsBut it's undesirable next to the thing that nearsSomething so stong it can destroy my daysYet let me feel joy in a plethora of waysSo I ignore my bed for this feelingAn emotion that has me reelingStaggered by it's strengthNot sure I can go onI real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecto521/749391/ We dream of grardens, with perfect roses.Full of a family, sporting perfect poses.By we I mean you, not me, I'm not there,I'm stalking the dark with little, or no care. A knife in my hand ready to kill your dreams.Try taking a picture, of a families screams.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecto521/738593/ A strong gust of wind blew a little of the weariness from his face. the rest he wiped off with one of his chubby, rough hands. 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