http://slow.writerscafe.org/scottkelly The original writings of author Scott Kelly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024848 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 11. Predestination The wide circle of thetrain track sped around the city, sometimes briefly rising out of the tunnelsto avoid the complex sewage system.  Inthese moments, I could see an angry orange sun trying to shine from behind thegreasy smudge of the downtow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/867457/ 10. House of Stairs “Not if you get me that harddrive,” the Voice said.  “Alright, alright.  Just keep me alive, and it’s all yours,” I lied.  The city streets were crowding with workerson their way to the grind, and the ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/867456/ 9. Devils “How did you even find us?” I asked the driver. “And who are you?”“Erika called. I owe her.Who are you?”  “I’m Fri�"I’m Clark. Clark Horton, what’s your name?”“Call me Gu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/867455/ 8. Rippled Surface The Strangers seemed tohave a lot to do, so Erika and I were left on the sidelines to watch andworry.  I didn’t mind so much; these were both things I excelled at.The second night fellswiftly over the deserted shopping district, and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/867454/ A second story from my collection, The Construct. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/624984/ This is a part of a collection called The Construct. It is about people reaching a moment of existential awakening in which they see their own place in the world, for better or worse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/621521/ 7. Gravity I woke up to the smell ofmeat cooking over an open fire. It smelled savory until I peeked out my windowand realized it was feral dog being roasted over a metal industrial bin.  I rose to my feet andapproached the main room of the hut, but heard voice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/576914/ 6. Fish and Frogs I woke up in the trunk of acar with a hood over my face and my hands cuffed behind my back.  I could feel Erika’s body jostling against mine. I tried to comfort her, but she seemed unconscious.  The car stopped, and I wascarrie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/576912/ 5. Up and DownShe waved me in with ahealthy pink smile.“Has anyone tried to breakin?  Has anyone called?” I asked immediately.“What?  No. Nothing, flat, zero.  Just another boring day,” she answered, stepping aside so I could enter my li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/576910/ 4.  Horseman The door banged against theframe like war drums.  It was clear thatthe wooden sheet wouldn’t last; the force of hiskicks vibrated the barrier savagely.  Iwas trapped inside the dark security room with only the dead faces of graymonitors for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/576908/ 3. EncounterA month later. “Lunch, breakfast,” Erika said, pointing at two different brown paper bags from hernesting place on my couch.  She groanedas she leaned over, blankets and pillows draped around her, a*s exposed, tograb an enormous pitcher .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/576907/ www.FrightenedBoy.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/576905/ www.FrightenedBoy.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/576902/ www.FrightenedBoy.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/576900/ A young man is caught up in a battle for reality fought between existential terrorists and the paranoia of a populace in the last metropolis in America. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottkelly/576897/