http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheSecretAuthor The original writings of author TheSecretAuthor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026441 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Those moments come back to haunt me now. Just the two of us, sitting on the dorm roof. Your eyes, so bright, your lips, oh so soft. It was a dream within a billion nightmares. The biting spring wind made our bodies numb, and we gripped each others hands to keep warm. That little flask of vodka you k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSecretAuthor/1445940/ The light.It's blinding meRed.Flash.Who was that?Put the kettle on boil, dear.Help me!Scream.Don't kill me just yet.Sorry.More Red.Flash.Red.Red.Red.Help.Close the door.Help me out.Shh. Are you okay?Red?I'm leaving now.Dark.The sun is setting.Wake up.Red.Feed the shark.She's done now.Red.Answer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSecretAuthor/1444692/ Did you hear that?It's my life shuddering to a halt.This car broke down,The engine is at fault.Did you hear that?That's my willpower crumbling.All it takes is one word,To send me stumblingDid you hear that?That's my respect, all gone.All your actions scarred me,And god, now I'm alone. Did you h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSecretAuthor/1444683/ Kira,Where are you?Mommy's waiting for us,You know we love you.Kira, Where are you?I brought you a teddy,So you'd have someone by you.Kira, Where are you?Go to sleep,The Ghost is coming to get you.Kira,Where are you?Eat something, child.I know you're hungry, too.Kira,Where are you?Tie your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSecretAuthor/1444660/ Dear Hope,I don’t know where to start.  I guess that I should tell you I hope you’re happy, wherever you are, and don’t miss your life too much. I could tell you that, but I would be lying. I hope you’re sad, because you left me all on my own. I hope you feel the pain th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSecretAuthor/1444615/ Cold. It’s seeping in, freezing me to the bone. There’s no light, everything is dark. It’s 4 am, and I’m sitting here, on this cold, marble, bathroom floor, the door locked to the outside world. This is my sanctuary. The place I can be alone, in peace, no questions bothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSecretAuthor/1444580/ There are times when the world turns into a stranger. Voices you can't hear, looking without seeing, talking without speaking, breathing without living. Those cold shivers while the sun is bright. Burning up like fire, while snow settles all around. A heart beating for a body long gone.Why does the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSecretAuthor/1444571/