http://slow.writerscafe.org/Stephen92 The original writings of author Stephen Bell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028506 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I held her handIn a dream I hadas we lay down on the beachI looked in her eyesShe looked in mineAs the water washed our feetThe wind was stillThe sun shone downAs we drank that rose wineMy eyes came toThe room was darkAnd again she was out of reach. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen92/1460715/ The ringmasterholds up the mirror to show the crowdthe smiles they all craveBut he juststands there unfazed for he’s seen itall before The acrobats flythrough the air, a mystery for all that watches to behold,But if there is asafety net below then the magi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen92/1455117/ A low roar of thunder wakes her from her broken sleep and she sitsbolt upright. With her mind still coming to she looks judiciously through thetrees in all directions for any sign of movement, seeing none she picks up alarge twig and haunches over the small fire she’d built for herse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen92/1454854/ He stands exhausted on the roof of a building leaning over the edge asfar as he dare to survey his surroundings whilst clutching the railing withboth hands to hold his balance, his thighs and calves are burning from racingup the fourteen flights of stairs and he has just managed to catch h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen92/1454341/ Post apocalyptic adventure novel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stephen92/1454340/