http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pathseeker The original writings of author Aendraelyn Keibetsu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776080190 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Little sweet mockingbird,Breaking through the dawn,Singing that sweet tune,You’ll always have my heart. Dear sweet lily, Sitting in the pond, Underneath the willow tree, Our never-ending lies,Now bring me to my knees. Dear sweet breath, ebbing away, Just give me one more second, So I can wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667324/ Aethaeth's sister died in a car accident, and her parents just wont let go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667319/ This is a second-person POV. I wrote this a while back, and now it's clogging up my drive, so I decided to put it to use. You wake up in a dark alleyway, under a light post, and find... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667318/ Filthy.Dirty.Unclean.Scrubbing, skin burning, he heard the words again.It would have been better if they hadn’t stopped,if they had continued,the words.If they had continued, and not have been dyed,dyed red. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667314/ Right and Wrong.Good and Evil.Concepts that are accepted by all.But are they truly there?We accept, accept, because society says it’s soSociety, with rules,and laws,and punishments,and its rightness in our lives,It’s assumed correctness, purely because society is there that we view itas .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667313/ Sounds,songs of the birds,chatter of the children,ringing of the phone.Clicking together, all of it,clicking together.And amidst these, thebeautiful sounds,came ones that he had never heard before,cold and dark and angry,and he alone could hear them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667312/ The colors, said to be lucky,which he believed, believed untilthey ran together, ran black.This new color, which never beforehad he seen, enthralled him.Enthralled, captured by the black,by the shadows.And then came a new color,and an old one.The silver first, led the red through,and in their wake, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667309/ I tried as hard as I could,for I wanted to avoid,that which was classified as a monster,that which was called Anger.But Anger wasn’t all too bad, rather sweet and elegant,But others looked at him,his red eyes and black hair,his marred skin,and they looked down on him.But I embraced him, though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667308/ It’s Something that can’t be seen,Can’t be heardCant be found.Only one person knows it’s there.The rest are oblivious.And only believe in what they know.It gnaws at your stomach.It rips through you,It takes what you knowIt uses your own mind against youThe more you try to ign.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667307/ I believe in a lot of things.I believe in the slide of metal against skin,the drip of hot liquid life landing on the ground,I believe in the cold air on a lonely winter night,on a lonely winter night when you’re locked out of your home,I believe in the pain,when fists hit your unprotected body.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667305/ Blood is warm.HotIt burnsIt bubblesIt spills against the groundThey say that it is blueBefore it leaves your veinsBut when it comes out,it becomes red. One is forced to wonderWhat else becomes red,once it meets the air? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667304/ Tension. Tight, heavy. It presses down as the four eat silently.One looks down, hunching into himself. Two glare from next to each other. One looks at the two in worry.And the tension presses them all further down. The first finishes, and stands as quietly as possible.His dishes go to the kitchen an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pathseeker/1667302/