http://slow.writerscafe.org/dantecarlisle The original writings of author Dante Carlisle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024822 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Short Entry for an Instagram Challenge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/2464580/ A one-word writing prompt from a blog I follow. Figured I'd actually get back into writing short stories and essays again while popping through my novels. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1993476/ p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }The calm before the storm. It's asaying we've all heard, but very few of us give it any thought. Howmany of us have truly sat and luxuriated in the calm before thestorm? How many actually recognize it? It's a moment unlike any other. Soon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1867306/ Servus has decided the life of a gladiator is not for him, but freedom is never easy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1856252/ Episode 1 of Aefterlyfe. A new episodic I'm preparing for publication. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1855840/ The characters all meet at The Spice of Life: The Herbalist Veralynn's herb shop. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1724754/ This is simply the story that is unfolding before my eyes in a D&D game that I'm running right now. I have no idea where the story will go, but it should be interesting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1724752/ Only two choices lie open to us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1721470/ A man who's lived his life on the run has the closest encounter of his criminal career. Just when he thought he was safe, his illusions are shattered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1718413/ Story of a gambler who loses it all, and receives an offer he can't refuse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1715292/ Chapter26 Two weeks of mind-numbingboredom. Fourteen nights spent standing on a corner and looking intothe haggard faces of people that sold their souls to a drug theycould hardly pay for. Two weeks of watching people wither in lesstime than should be possible. He became misera.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1512362/ Chapter25 Trent wandered back to hisapartment, trying to decide whether the night could be considered avictory. There didn't seem to be any way to tell the difference. Bythe time he reached his building's front door he had to believe themoney in his pocket made the difference. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1511779/ Chapter24 Trent's rage was obvious as hestalked by the frowning guard on Crazy Pete's first door. Thevibration of the enormous speakers hit Trent a little softer than ithad before; he was getting used to them. On the walk back to CrazyPete's HQ dawn had broken, and Trent wonder.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1511766/ Chapter23 “Sup?” Trent asked. “You got bidness here?” Thelarge bouncer growled. He was cloaked in the shadows of the littlestairwell, and Trent wondered if it was contrived to give theappearance of danger. He thought it worked pretty well. Hisintenti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1509341/ Chapter22 Trent swung his swivel chairaround and nearly threw himself off as vertigo crashed into him withthe subtlety of a car wreck. What was he doing in a swivel chair? Helooked around, and replaced his first question with: Why was heconfused at sitting in his office? On.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1508674/ Chapter21 Trent pulled his pants onsluggishly, not bothering to avoid the eyes of the girl. She laid onthe bed with an old blanket pulled up to her chin in a misguidedattempt at modesty. Her dark hair tangled on the pillow around her asa cigarette burned between her fingers. It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1508654/ Chapter20 The top level of the apartmentwas completely unlike the two before it. Lex didn't even see the scenery,but Trent studied everything with the avid gaze of a child at DisneyLand. Jet black walls gave the spacesuch a dim atmosphere that it had to be intentional. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1508610/ Chapter19 Trent craned his neck up at thetop few floors of the apartment building the madman calling himselfCrazy Pete occupied. Lex stood at his side, silent after arguing theentire walk about what Trent was doing. Bobby stood close on hisother side, eager for the adventure. L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1507966/ Chapter18 Dave spent hours telling Trentand Bobby stories of his past exploits, but even he grew tired oftalking eventually. He grew tired in truth, not just of talking.Unlike everyone else, he hadn't spent the morning recuperating fromthe night before. Even Trent had been able.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1507940/ Chapter17 Trent's teeth chattereduncontrollably after jumping out of the shower. He had been wet forfar too long, and his body was finally beginning to rebel against theunnatural state. He dried off as much as his threadbare towel wouldallow, but only improved from wet to damp... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1506527/ Chapter16 Trent walked down the center ofthe street without a thought to the state he was in. Every inch ofhis body was covered in the hardening goop of the pool he had fallenin, but he gave no impression that he was aware of it. The dog following a few stepsbehind him didn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1503467/ Chapter15 His legs were burning by thetime the sirens began. The cops always took a while getting to theslums, and his weary calves considered his decision to run until theyshowed up to be an unforgivable error. He didn't know why the copsbothered showing up at all. They were a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1502345/ Chapter14 Trent made the walk back to hisapartment in a daze. Every loose slap of his feet on the pavementshook away any memory of his good mood. He couldn't admit that howbadly he was conflicted over Erin's heartrending sobs, so he shutdown his mind and thought of nothing. At .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1501761/ Chapter13 He was warm in his uncomfortablebed, but he was not alone. The realization snapped him awake fasterthan a knife to his throat. His eyes flew open, and stared inconfusion at the golden hair spread across the pillow in front of hisface. It smelled like sunshine, and was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1500655/ Chapter12 Trent didn't have to open hiseyes to know he wasn't in his apartment. This time he knew what theplush mattress signified. He squinted his eyes hard as if it wouldhelp keep him from opening them. He had laid down on his dumpymattress and passed out, but he couldn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1500410/ Chapter11 Trent stepped on to the streetand involuntarily squinted his eyes shut in the forgotten glare ofthe sun. He yanked his phone from his pocket and checked what time itwas. It wasn't healthy to be awake at ten o'clock on the morning, buthe would confuse a lot of people b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1500395/ Chapter10 Trent's foot smashed in to acrate that had the misfortune of impeding his progress around theapartment. It crashed against the wall for its offense, leaving adent to match the other marks he had added. There wasn't any way togauge how many times he had crossed the lit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1500361/ Chapter9 “What the--,” Erin's voiceintruded on Trent's happy little world once again. He would havejumped had his reflexes not been so slow. “What'd you do?” Hervoice nagged for no reason except habit. The nagging failed to affecthim, though, and he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1500352/ Chapter8 Trent was floating, an awkwardfeeling to wake to if ever there was one. He opened his eyes andstretched, then blinked wildly at what he saw. It wasn't the same room he hadfallen asleep in. He should have known it before he opened his eyes;his bed was incapable of b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1500346/ Chapter7 Trent easily put his irategirlfriend out of his mind. His day was already off to a bad start,and the bruises that came with the discovery that he wasn't capableof running through walls gave him grief every time he blinked. He hadno job, chores were a waste of time, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1500337/ Chapter6 Everyone fluttered around Davelike so many birds at a feeder, chirping away wildly while Trentlooked on. The derelict sat in the middle of the little flock,telling stories and laughing when they asked for more. Trent sat on acrate well away from the crazy birds. He'd l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1499283/ Chapter5 Unfortunately, fear of the lawdidn't stop three thugs from giving chase at the sight of a scrawnywhite kid exiting a pawn shop in the slums. Trent sprinted theinstant the one of them pointed his way. He only prayed he could getaway. Or convince them he wasn't worth beati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1498513/ Chapter4 “Jenny,” the name tumbledout of his mouth before Trent even knew he was awake. He lay still,trying to match a face to the name. For all of him he couldn't thinkof a single person. Going back through half his life he couldn'tthink of anyone named Jenny. Not in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1497345/ Chapter3 The mirror resting acrossTrent's knees held his attention like a hippo walking through hisbedroom. On it sat two bags of weed, a bag of dirty mushrooms, and aneyedrop bottle filled with what was heralded as acid. Lex had gone to see Crazy Peteafter leaving Charlie'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1497090/ Chapter2 Erin's dirty brown Toyota sat inthe space closest to the back door of Charlie's Diner, while a sadexcuse for a low-rider was in the spot farthest from the building.The low-rider's paint job was supposed to give the impression thatthe car had some money in it, but Trent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1492667/ Waking up is never easy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dantecarlisle/1490425/ Can a life without progress be called a life? Trenton Denst's goal in life is to hide from any idea that requires self-examination. 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