Silent Scribe | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/DBCollins The original writings of author Silent Scribe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776183198 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What we are What are we?are we dust from the groundor are we a breath from above.Do our beliefs define who we areor are we what was made for use and set in stone?Are we an image to fit a mold that we all should fill.or are we a beauty unlike any before?no matter what we are.We will never truly know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1780962/ Monster MonsterLike a MONSTERIn a cageClaws rending iron astrayTear the iron bars AWAY.You cant hold it.Its a monsterA monster of MENThe monster in meTearing everything awayTearing ME to shreds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1775118/ Silence SilenceSilence is all you'll hear from meSilence is all i have to giveI gave all i ever had awayYou never see me.You only gave me,The Silence of forgetting me.When silence is all that i haveand all that i can giveSilence, forever holds me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1775102/ Questions Arise The closing bell rang with a loud ferocity. The time was 6:32pm , the bell was two minutes off. "So how about those drinks Anders?""Ya ya I know, I'l buy you a drink, but god dam Henry, how in the hell did you get a forty two percent increase!?" "I don't know but dam I"m lucky""Ya se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1748439/ The Windfall "Hey Henry, so who is gonna make some cash today for you?""Cigarettes.." "Cigarettes, really Henry. You hate cigarettes." Anders commented as he lit one of his Camel Premium's."Just because i don't like them doesn't mean i can't sell them." "Alright alright so how much you thinking?""Five hundred w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1748427/ Wall Street Chapter 1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1748411/ Ghosts Of Wall Street In New York there are a few men who rule the world; from business owners, bankers, lawyers, and stock brokers. yet two men stand out from the crowd. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1748389/ Darkmoore Manor Cursed and forgotten. Welcome to the Darkmoore house. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1511708/ Shadow of the Sun We live in your world, forever in the dark. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1506674/ To exist is to Not exist The question that has no answer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1503173/ Run Run Away A poem of sorts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1502817/ The Deprived A biography/Autobiography of sorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DBCollins/1502814/