http://slow.writerscafe.org/WilliamArthur The original writings of author William Arthur en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010077 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want to wake…        No--don’t start like that--to start by waking forecloses the night--and not all awakenings are necessarily beginnings--the night has its dreams and they…      they too are tired out by poetry and dream .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1523129/ The difference between the ideal and the actuality of the situation... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1493870/ A short story I submitted for my final year of undergraduate English Literature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1488478/ MicrosoftOffice 1:1-4Google Docs can literally f**k off. In the beginning was Word, and the Word was with Word, and the Word was Word.The same was in the beginning with Word.All things were made by Word; and without Word was not any thing made that was ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1488476/ Poetry?.  2Happy Hour.  3Who Snapchats Anyway?. 4Clichés I Can Do Without. 5Dirtbag.  6A Poor Attempt at Profundity.  8Jump. 10Cannibalistic origami swan poem. 12The View From Down South. 13Beans and Broccoli. 14Mental Breakdown Inst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1484972/ I took my poem 'who snapchats anyway' printed it, and folded it into an origami swan, then used the exposed words and phrases to make a new poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1482906/ guilty discussion about massages http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1482763/ thoughts on animals http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1482744/ snapshot from the library http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1482740/ This story is a patchwork of a series short pieces we had written in class, always with a specific wordcount under 100, always beginning 'x' is for which we had to turn into a story of 10x150 segments http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481155/ Heming one wagered a bet he could write a complete story in six words. His winning story: 'Baby shoes for sale, never worn.' Would love to see people respond with their six word stories :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481084/ This is the concluding part of my portfolio. It is lazily meta and designed in part to bait my tutor Simon Armitage- (he better not give me 49 or 56) -he banned the word meta in class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481042/ A little poem about happiness and honesty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481039/ A found poem, written by AI in a startlingly DaDa-esque fashion. A notification popped up from Microsoft Office requesting that I submit the phrases for data analysis to help improve Word. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481035/ A poem was generated by typing "so and so wants" using the exact search function on Google and then selecting the oddest and most incongruous results that appeared in the preview box below web links. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481028/ Thoughts on reincarnation and veganism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481024/ A poem written about procrastination written whilst procrastinating over Michaelmas term assignments. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481021/ Yeah just that, temptation. Mars Bar because 'have a kitkat' smacked too mcuh of their advertising campaign. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481018/ food based rant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481017/ A student living a student life, forgetting other student's names. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481016/ A poem written in the south while Sheffield was blanketed in snow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481013/ Brief insincere reflection upon social media culture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481012/ Jump You go topoke your finger in my mouth as I yawn at the breakfast table and I think:what if Ijust threw my tea down your front? I think ofdoing this without malice,not tospite youbut justbecause I could. I tell youthis and you l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481010/ This is my attempt at a more traditinal kind of poetry, an imagined scene from an aerial perspective over a bleak Sheffield. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481008/ A cheap second hand book from Amazon starts a trail of thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481004/ Imagine all those bad lyrics you hear in pop songs about love, now stick two fingers up at them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1481001/ Ruminations in a school disco club night in Sheffield at Corporation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1480998/ Philosophy winds up in an inevitable dead end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1480996/ Two people talking, both pretentious, both naive, both holding a grain of truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1480995/ This is my first collection of poetry collated for my MA submission. I'm looking to submit poems to magazines/journals... if you enjoyed my poetry, please reply below with your favorite 2-3 poems :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WilliamArthur/1480507/