http://slow.writerscafe.org/BeeBev The original writings of author BeeBev en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979570 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem about my experiences with mental health and misunderstanding people http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/2158291/ A poem about orgasm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1492490/ Think for yourself, think of others. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1489047/ love beyond death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1489039/ A cry for help ignored http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1489035/ a poem about absence of hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1489033/ Evolution http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1482253/ A nightmare real or imaginary? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1482247/ Chapter Seven It wasmidnight by the time we decided to set up for the séance. We had all had adrink beforehand to relax a bit as we were a little nervous. Well, I know Iwas.“Think itwill be best to do it on the kitchen table,” Mum said as she started t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1482186/ Chapter Six1808He carriedthe sleeping child through the quiet, empty streets. People would be in theirhomes, sleeping peacefully in their beds. Not a soul was around just yet inthis part of town but as he looked up, he noticed the sky starting to turn red.Nearly dawn, the early r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1482183/ Chapter Five We discussedthe previous night over a lovely fry-up, my favourite type of breakfast. Thesmell of the bacon and sausages was almost intoxicating and those mushroomsfried in butter were so tasty. It was also Jack’s day off from work so he gotto join us, whic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1482181/ Beauty resonates within herConcentration on an angelic faceAs she fondles keys with gentle graceThe moments before sleepDeprives us of several hours to passHolding both in catatonic and dreamstateForever to lastGoodnight my sweet loveI will hold you in our dreamsWill you a carefree sleepUntil daylig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1481717/ A poem about my gypsy vanner horse Troy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1481713/  Chapter FourIt was adull and dreary afternoon. Rain poured down from the black clouds above,blocking out the beautiful yellow sun. Rain drops snaked down the windows inthin streaks and the water poured loudly from the gutters. Cars drove noisilypassed the house, spraying th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1481675/  Chapter Three1808He sat athis usual table in the shadows in a corner of the inn, far away from theshouting and the noise coming from the drunkards that occupied the seatingnearest to the little bar.He satthere, his eyes watching the door as he drank his ale from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1481674/ Chapter TwoNight timearrived, the crescent moon taking over from the sun to guard over the cool sky.Jack had returned home from work, he was tired but happy. His dinner waited forhim on the dining table. It was his favourite: tender steak with chunkyhomemade chips, that had been oven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1481673/ Chapter one to follow on from the prologue i have previously uploaded. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1481092/ The start of Tears For The Wicked http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1480595/ A fresh start for Ella after the loss of her father means a new home in a new town but after strange things start to occur Ella and her family decide to contact the dead with horrifying consequences. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeeBev/1480591/