http://slow.writerscafe.org/HopefullyGlum The original writings of author Niall Madden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003480 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 1This is a tale of old premise, but revivedwith youthful energy you may consider this tale some form of resurrection andin that stance you would be correct due the unholy themes that intertwine withthe story as a weed would with a flower but no matter how red the rose nor how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1602427/ A story that brings dantes nine circles of hell to the modern da and also the modern world.. time to confront your sins. Follow Nigel Biron a young man with a lost love and journey of a losses http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1602425/ why bother, why trysit here explore a language and begin to type,making no difference to millions of beingsto sit in solitude to remain unseen.Hopes of forming lines that can be construed as Philosophy, desperate hopes that all cry out "notice me".we all know a whisper in the dark is always los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1548047/ Mans  devil lies with  burning brimstone warmth.Punish he may but yet holds no true glee.Cold invalidity lies deeper still.When man it grabs,death he shall sooner see.I lie here now. The cascade of tears that glide down my face show the last essence of hope in my body looking for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1515062/ So here the lone girl lay with a burst chest,the barely functional organs spread out to impress.While here stomach and liver fought for a place in the sun,The fluid drenched intestines flopped to form nest for the bloody young.Although the onlookers would admire a face oh so pretty,the erratic .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1507620/ He plunged into theatmospheric void, hitting a surface only the desperate will know a vast oceanof pure unrivalled misery. Walter was ordinary, dull even tiresome but whatdefined Walter on this day was not his slicked back hair or his pre-torn jeansbut his waltz of fate, the two nonchala.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1507354/ News just in!The vast depths of humanityare just colours in a sea.We are just a black smudgeon a rainbow plain of being,armies of dull fish swimmingthrough vivid lucid bodiesthe vast depths of conceptsare just colours in the sea.while we mock the basicas a lack of understandingwe wont refrain f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1504473/ in this world we exist in the greybetween two points of extremities, we shall remain.while many drift onward near those intense polesthey will barely even glimpse at utmost goals.regardless on the breed of opposition,hate, love, fear, respect, stupidity, wisdom.realism dictates that the all form one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1502164/ I cant feel, I am nothing.As an individual, I have developed into less than humanI enter a room, melancholic halls.I listen to the decrepit beings, eyelids leaking out the soul.They contort rapidly with a tearful glance this newfound hell, dance demons dance!as I drown in my apa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1498377/ One step forward and I enter the room,to you another slide in your personal PowerPoint.To me?I see nothing but Four constricting slabs lay there,Space filled with hate, disgust and judgemental stares.Paranoia.Is not a phrase to use lightly and while you place it,on situations that have no&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1484480/ Inconsiderate,They're barging in belligerent.The legions form a scarlet horde,Then in between the lines they soon bore.They look at walls of alabaster grace pure architectural masterpiece,"this brick is quite slanted" "the colour is all wrong" "the framework is poor""in all honesty I have seen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1481036/ Where does a writer draw his inspiration from?does it just appear within the ink, laced onto a quillthen planted in the parchment, so the meaning sinks in.Is this just an old style way of thinking about things.Modern writers have it drilled in "listen to the heart"I dare say statement is dragged out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1480654/ See a young girl skipping through a field,watch her miss a step, her pace upset and tumble to the floor.Alas do not fear, the cost is not dear she must merely disappearreturning to her psychedelic, subconscious homeland.She strolls to the door with a ethereal air,and soon be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1480300/ Faith.Where man has blindly gone before,a empty space filled with skittering ants.Who have a void in their soul that Knowledge could fill,Instead they gaze at the empty sky screaming"Now it is all clear"When they realise that they are not alone,They enter a new Enlightened home,A luri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1480146/ As timid beating blunders,with morbidity held within its sound.As a viscous liquid Thicker than oil,trickled unnoticed into a meaty motoras it did, taint planted in.Corruption had entered, let its work begin.as it travels through the veins on a bloody waterslide,people can see the  ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1478678/ Time poured, man consumed, Generations suffered http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopefullyGlum/1472845/ If man is one part brain, yet two parts heart. 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