http://slow.writerscafe.org/cagan123 The original writings of author Cagan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205547 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An essay on torn-down homes and enormous dream houses http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1896991/ My room in the Shelter reminded me of my room in the hospital (though I was starting to doubt is was a hospital so much as a lab). There was a bed, a charger, and a computer, but no windows. The only difference here was that there were no doctors or engineers to check on me. I didn’t miss the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1861632/ My cyborg enhancements had been fitted with a GPS, and so making my way to the nearest settlement was not difficult. The colony, named Opportunity after the Mars rover that had lander near the spot, was one of the older ones on the red planet. I had never seen anything quite like it before. The mos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1861631/ I’ve heard some say that we live in the Age of Exploration. I guessed they didn’t care that the name had already been given the era Europe’s colonization of the Americas. The title Space Age would be more accurate, perhaps, though it too has been used before, for the space race of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1861630/ Mars’s human colony has thrived through the use of cyborg enhancements, but when a mysterious amnesiac named IO meets a girl who can read minds, they discover the enhancements’ more sinister purpose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1861629/ A mercenary and a hero meet in an abandoned warehouse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1853739/ I know not this placeI'm stranded inwith these buildingsthat stretch to the sky.I know not this placewhere I now standthis place wherenobody flies.I know not this placeso crowded and tallwith no natureto be seen.I know not this place this city of steelI must get backto the sea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1853522/ An essay on loss, grief, and lack thereof http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1731727/ Death has a way of bringing people together--a true account of suicide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1654051/ A naive creature is thrust into a modern world within which he does not belong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1654043/ I am a child among adults and an adult among children http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1562677/ Have you ever noticed how few words we have for sounds? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1562673/ I was very lost for a time, scared that I'd never find something to make a career out of. 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Shadow had noticed his crestfallen appearance as well. “I’m so sorry Psychic, I was so sure she’d be here-” Ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1547671/ Nyx would always be grateful for the pride of superheroes. That they had kept silent, all these years, about the Great Disappearance, was the only thing that kept Nyx hidden. A public manhunt would never come, not until the day a superhero or villain could admit that he had been beaten, beaten and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1535335/ They asked me if I wanted immortality. I was naive. I said yes.They understood, better than I had. They knew eternal life was not a blessing, but a curse. But they were kind, kinder than what you read about in the fairy tails with their genies and wizards and trickery. They did not take advantage of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1505006/ I live on a planet made of diamondsyou’re stuck on a globe of stoneI’ll trade you, rock for rockthen we’ll both head home alone. In a world dull as yours, you could use a little shinebut I could use a little dullin a home as bright as mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1504934/ The world, it seems, shares a collective distaste for fake flowers. One can admire the beauty of such a blossom, true, and unlike the living variety, their beauty is perfect and eternal. Even so, they remain, in people’s minds, but cheap imitations of nature’s creations. They lack the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1504933/ I am asleep when I'm awakeAnd awake when I'm asleepMy days are monotonousMy actions roboticMy mood constantA thinly veiled depressionThat covers all I doThe brief moments of happinessForgotten the next morningWhen I wake up and rememberI must endure another dayI waste away the hoursAs a sleepwalking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1504932/ Collection of poems, shorts stories, etc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1504930/ I really enjoyed writing my Daylight Robot poem, and was inspired to create song lyrics based on it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1504642/ caganhawthorne@gmail.comcagan123 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1504509/ This is very old and not very good, but I want to post it anyway...I wrote it for a poetry slam a while ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1504155/ The days are but the hours that keep me from my dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1504153/ Why does everyone hate fake flowers, when they can be the nicest of all? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1502793/ Well I thought it was cute http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1502337/ Just a short thing based off of an interesting idea I had http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1502334/ Just a descriptive piece based off this picture http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cagan123/1502333/ Nyx’s powers, as she told Pam the next week, were not limited to stealing memories, though she would not discover this until nearly a year after joining the team. 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