http://slow.writerscafe.org/RudiL The original writings of author Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964367 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. H. P. Lovecraft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1793939/ This is my last poem,A swan song of only blacknotes,As always, I’m writing withpoisonous thornsAnd my dark, dark blood, Now more than ever with theend so near. There is no heaven, only a doominghell,Filled with the obligatorydevils and demons,Burn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1792030/ 15. One for all, all for one             Katarina was a bit shaken by the intervention of the mysterious shooter. In her ear, she still heard a sort of ringing. An effect caused by the shot that had wounded her enemy and fired just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1791123/ 14. Outside!              It wasn't verydifficult for Jean-Pierre to find the way to get outside. Now he hadn't a blackcap over his head and the light that shined in the corridor. He just would walkthe way back and up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1787594/ 13. Sounds in the forest              Katarina didn't believewhat the strange voice had told her during the disturbing phone call. She didunderstand the man hated her from the bottom of his soul and wanted her dead,no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1784994/ 12. A shocking event '...., it's a pity, isn't it? But I promise I'll try to put it off aslong as possible, you can count on that.'      Jean-Pierre had followed the conversation of the masked leader withgrowing fear. He could hardly believe the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1782363/ Dear writers, readers, friends,I'm competing on Inkitt with my story 'The Woman in Red'. I'm currently at the 58th place. 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They didn't want their car, money or even the Chief Inspector. The masked men.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1774203/ 8. More or less suspicious Chief Inspector Leclercq was formally and unyielding.Jean-Pierre had to go with him to headquarters. Nonetheless,  for now, he had no reason to arrest him, hethought the shawl and the place of the crime were more or less suspicious. 'Just routine,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1769668/ 7. The shawl of the perpetrator? Chief Inspector Leclercq was a heavily built man with hair as white as fresh snow. With his cigarette dangling in the corner of his mouth and cold eyes, he looked a bit like Jean Gabin, an old French movie star already dead, who had played both the role .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1765844/ 6. Where there is smoke, there is fire        Both Jean-Pierre andKatarina were rather shaken hearing the story from Marie-Anne.  It had taken her a lot of effort to tell thetruth, and they both noticed that Jean-Pierre’s sister truly felt gu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1760579/ Threatening clouds,Dangerously hovering over,dancing inside my head,Bulging with tints of grey, Driven by a demon’s force, A deadly whirlpool  Churned up by heavy winds, It’s swirling and pulling at my gravity,Gulping down my everything,M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1755067/ 5. Marie-Anne’s story              They were all three together, sitting in the ground-floor salon of the Chateau Rouge. Jean-Pierre, Marie-Anne and Katarina too who had just met with her boyfriend’s sister were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1754969/ 4. At the airport The French airport Charles-de-Gaulle was buzzing withactivity. ‘Charles-de-Gaulle’ was especially used for international flightswhile the intra-French air traffic went through Orly. Jean-Pierre knew theflight number of the letter he had received from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1750621/  3. A family dispute             Katarina noticed thather friend, Jean-Pierre, was very startled by the letter she had given to him.Nonetheless, she had a lot of affairs to arrange, her first concern was to helphim wherev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1750619/ Democracy is necessary to peace and to undermining the forces of terrorism. Benazir Bhutto http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1744889/ There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm. Willa Cather http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742623/ Crying wolf is a real danger. David Attenborough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742615/ A 'scream' is always just that - a noise and not music. Carl Jung http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742613/ All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742612/ It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream. Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742611/ The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742609/ Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind. Nathaniel Hawthorne http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742608/ I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror. Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742607/ In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742605/ Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742603/ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742602/ We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. Plato http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742600/ “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” ― Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742598/ The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery. Muhammad Iqbal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742597/ A collection of Dark Poetry, a bit of Poe'ish sentiment and yes, I know, not worthy of the Master. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742595/ It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream. Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1742151/ 2. Preparations             There was an enjoyable hustle at the Chateau Rouge. They had closed the castle for a whole week to possible clients. The big party that Beatrice, Katarina’s deceased mother, had planned, would event.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1739388/ CHATEAU ROUGE  Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere  1. The sect     The lightdrew creepy shadows on the stone walls that delineated the place. Ten torchesattached on both sidewalls burned in the subterranean vault. The chamberexisted out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1733915/ This is the long expected sequel of 'The Woman in Red'. I hope you enjoy reading 'Chateau Rouge'. Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1733914/ It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1728087/ The evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding. Albert Camus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1725358/ “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” ― Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1725339/ The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1722136/ Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. Harriet Beecher Stowe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1707878/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1697590/ Family is the most important thing in the world. Princess Diana http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1693954/ Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt. William Allingham http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1688045/ 55. An intimate dance A month later…             It was hard for Katarina in the weeks after she had visited the General. Her anger against this man who had pushed her mother to her death had kept her on her feet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1685649/ I wouldn't describe it as a state of mind but rather as a place I know of. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1682324/ 54.The invitation Katarina pushed the wheelchair whereJean-Pierre was sitting in. He still wasn’t strong enough to walk greatdistances. However, it was a miracle he healed so fast. Since her visit at thehospital a great burden had fallen off her shoulders. She knew Jean-Pier.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1679220/ 53.The recovery             The time during the funeral meal seemed an eternity to Katarina. She knew a lot of people had come from far to pay their last respects and to extend condolences to her for her loss. She couldn’t jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1675346/ Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RudiL/1673566/