http://slow.writerscafe.org/DavidUng The original writings of author David Ung en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123351 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Finally I recalled the stopgap solution of a great princess who was told that the peasants had no bread, and who responded: "Let them eat cake." Jean-Jacques Rousseau http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1476120/ Final part of the court chapter! Next: "Let Them Eat Cake" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1468761/ Iris volunteered to show me around. Located left of the room I was in, was the kitchen~ scraped down to a vacant room and then filled with supplies. Located right were the the majestic white marble stairs, leading upwards to the second floor and located opposite of the room of trophies was a long ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1465539/ "You mean the Court?" A familiar voice spoke out. I turned around and saw a silhouette of a girl, contrasting with the light of the sun behind her."Oh, and that's Cat." Said Iris, rolling her eyes.Then every step she took closer to me, her face started to look clearer. Her hair was golden blond. It .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1463768/ I woke up on the cold hard bed, my back sore and my entire body numb with cold. My fingers stretched out trying to find warmth, a blanket or something to cover me, but all I found was the smooth cold canvas of the bed."He's awake!" A voice spoke out, I could tell that it was a man speaking, a man ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1462325/ BOOOOOOM!!!!!Before I could even react to what has happened, I was already down on the ground. I could feel the heavy marble rocks on my back. What happened? Then I realized that my house, our house is falling apart, and I'm in it, we're in. "MIA!!!" My body started to tremble, I couldn't resis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1460517/ Walking downstairs, I came across an elegant painting of my father and mother, hung on a white marble wall, mother's hand holding on to father's, their faces all worn out. The painting was bordered with a "snowflake fractals" detailed silver frame. Mother told me it was a gift from the president for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1459669/ I rolled my eyes and asked her to leave, but she kept on hassling me."Get out! Before I kick you out myself!""This isn't your room! You, get out!" She said, biting her teeth."Well, mother allowed me to use this room!" I gave her an enraged look. "So you don't decide who stays and who leaves"Mia punc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1449750/ The alarm rang... RING... RING..."Ah... Ahead of time, as usual.""Johnny, can you please turn the alarm off now? I'm awake." I asked the AI Butler, who runs my home, his name was John, I called him Johnny and he ran every single thing (except the living) in my house and this includes the stupid morn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1446422/ continuation of part 1 of the chapter part 3 coming soon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1444196/ Wars are inevitable. They are dreads and predicaments everyone cannot avoid, for they are written in our DNA's. We were taught that wars were provoked, when two polar opposites types of people meet. Evil and Good. However, that is not what I've learned throughout the years. No one is pure evil or pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1443198/ When a teenage boy wakes up to find his world falling apart in a war, his parents gone and his sister missing, he needs to make a choice. Survival means the death of others, but what is a boy to do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidUng/1439314/