http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cyali The original writings of author Cyali en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012909 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Her head was pounding even before she opened her eyes to thebright sunlight in her room. She had collapsed into bed early last night andstill felt as if she didn’t sleep at all. The dreams were becoming more andmore vivid, and lasting for more of the night. The one last night felt the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/1902693/ She was no one special; just another face in the sea ofmediocrity. “Not even a particularly pretty face,” she thought to herself asshe stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. But she couldn’t look awayfrom the reflection of her eyes. She had always believed the eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/1902692/ phan·tas�™ma·gor�™ic (-gôr�™ĭk, -gŏr�™-) adj.: having a fantastic or deceptive appearance, as something in a dream or created by the imagination. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/1902691/ As I watch the moon slowly travel acrostThe endless abyss of the nighttime skyI revel as my mind's eye awakensShowing naught but visions of you and I. I close my eyes and let out a breathAnd let my mind wander free;Up up and away, so far from this place,To a somewhere I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/1902645/ Short story expanded from my poem of the same name (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/323963) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/1902633/ In the sculpture of our lives, pain is naught but a bubble, forever frozen. It was something to fret about once, but now it no longer upsets us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/631380/  I walked next to the road on a sidewalk that was cracked and decrepit with age. Both it and the street had long gashes from overuse and substantial neglect, and grass and weeds were poking through. The moon was unequivocally huge tonight and its luminescence lit every nook and cranny; even t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/526508/ The last dying rays of the sun had finally disappeared behind the horizon. The pale moonlight shone through the charcoal clouds to paint a mural on the soft ripples in the pond. He sat way up in the highest branches of the majestic willow tree, watching the girl who sat at the base. Even at this dis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/521837/ New and improved! As of 2010, I'm completely rewriting this. I'm supplementing what I've already got, using many of the suggestions that have been posted on my previous version. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/521835/ A young woman's slow descent into insanity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/518542/ Inspired by a writer named DarkAngel666 and his contest: http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/3760/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/343755/  By the time Tristen had finished with his anecdote, the rest of the Darkmoon coven had stolidly gathered in the main hall.   "Failure is not an option," Damien started quietly in his deep, mesmerizing voice. "If we do not succeed, all Supernaturals will shortly beco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/324301/  "Supernatural beings have been around since the beginning of time, since thousands of years before our world existed. Our universe wasn't always here; it was actually created by a desperate sorcerer, his name long forgotten, as a way to elude the authorities, billions of years ago.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/324300/   I wasn't quite sure what woke me up the next night, but whether it was my anxiousness to share our findings with the rest of the Supernaturals, or the fact that I sensed Tristen standing over my open coffin watching me, I woke up before sundown again. "I hope you don't make it a h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/324298/   The next night my thirst woke me up before the sun had completely set and I recalled I had not fed the last night. The heavy lid of my coffin seemed to slide away easier tonight than it had before, as now my preternatural powers were almost strengthened to their full potential…well, f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/324297/  Interesting anecdote, eh? Now, as for what events took place in the past seven months...hmm, where should I begin? At the beginning I suppose... Well, my second night of being a vampire, there was a town meeting of all the Super-naturals. All resident vampires, along with KuuSusi (we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/324295/  It was almost sunrise on a midsummer day, and the townspeople were just starting to peek out of their homes. With no vampires in sight, they started their day. Carts were wheeled out into the street and the scene started to look like an old-fashioned bazaar, seemingly out of place in the beg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/324292/  I walked next to the road on a sidewalk that was cracked and decrepit with age. Both it and the street had long gashes from overuse and substantial neglect, and grass and weeds were poking through. The moon was unequivocally huge tonight and its luminescence lit every nook and cranny; even t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/324001/ Welcome to my story. I hope you find it an interesting one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/323989/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/323988/ Originally this was a short story based on my poem The Lake, but now it's twice as long because I used it for an english assignment. This is based off of my happy place in my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/323976/ Pi, such a magical number =] (This was an extra credit assignment for a math class in high school) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/323969/ Wrote this spur of the moment about my happy place in my mind =] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/323966/ Another of my favorite poems. This one is about a woman scorned, inspired by some movie I can't remember now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/323963/ Title is the words 'Moon' and 'Wolf' in Finnish, so yes, it's about a werewolf =] I tried to write something different than the normal meter, but I'm not so fond of it...comments? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/323957/ I sit on the rooftop and watch the moon rise.Tonight the moon is full and it lights up my green eyes.As I watch it, I wonder if a certain person might beLooking right at the same moon, wondering about me.This moon has great powers tonight; it sets my soul on fire.Feeling as though time has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/323948/ Vignette about my dog, Rocco. R.I.P September 11, 2004. I love you Rocco. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cyali/218228/