http://slow.writerscafe.org/DarkKnightJRK The original writings of author Jared Kardos en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776096758 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another six-word story. Weeeeeeeeeeeeee. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/274661/ One of those Hemingway-esque six-word stories, 'cause I felt like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/274660/ Just a silly little diddy I thought up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/252182/ Yet ANOTHER Awesomataz piece (I should get royalties of the bloody thing), where we find out the true nature of the Greek philosopher Socretes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/207628/ No! Please! Not again! Not another Awesomataz piece! Oh, your lips says no but your body says yes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/207611/ A challenge flash-fic I did for Absolute Write on the subject of "Sickness." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/191961/ The sequel to a web-comic I did. You can see this and more at www.drunkduck.com/awesomataz http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/173801/  I step outside & stare into the sky,A mix of light and dark grey,Hinting, threatening, prophesizingThe upcoming storm. Go ahead, I say.Rain over me.Throw every drop you can.Pour the oceans on my face& the lakes into my shoes.I will stay out & laugh at the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/162753/  When I was only a small child,My mom would always say,“You and your friend can playIn the house and in the back,But never, ever, go play in the front yard.” I could never understand why.It’s all hard soil with grass growing from it,The only difference i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/141738/ It's 5:30 AM on September 11, 2001. I groggily get out of bed, take the traditional morning pee, and go to the kitchen to eat some Honey Nut Cheerios. I notice the TV is on, but I don't pay attention to it--gotta get ready for school. Besides, it's just a regular day and I'm only 12 years old. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/137546/  The Sun rises from the East, quickly, eager, Bouncing light down to the world like a crazy tennis ball. The man wakes with the tennis ball light hitting his face, And he groans into his pillow at the injustice of it all. The Morning Person, lying next to the man, rises Taking i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/118783/ Sonnet I wrote for my mom for her birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/116231/ Mark stands in front of me, crouched down, arms spread. The ball bounces from the hard concrete to my hand, coinciding with my heart-beat, heavy and rushing in exertion. I take a step forward with my left foot and then leap to my right. He leaps to the left and lands on the pavement. I run towards t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/115782/ A tribute/parody of Edgar Allen Poe. Back from the bowels of the Great Deletion/F**k-Up of '08. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/88945/ Old Man Jericho sat on the bench in the park, glaring at the evil surrounding him. He slumped into the dirty bench, his tweed overcoat lumply folding around his corduroy pants, bag full of bread crumbs in hand. He glared at this horrid world around him, his wrinkles folding into deepe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkKnightJRK/62482/