http://slow.writerscafe.org/Connor_Dillivan The original writings of author Connor Dillivan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776234377 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Knotted strings and tarnished gearsEmpty space and locked up tearsAre all that are inside her.Winding down her tick tock heartA wind-up puppet plays her partBrother plays the puppet master.Empty eyes and silent criesAt night a piece of her soul diesAs she plays his little dancer.Sliding fingers gras.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Connor_Dillivan/1677879/ My body bloats on still born dreams Bursting open at the seams.They stiff and cold lie unrevivedCrimson soaked and ill-contrived.The gaping holes inside my chest Rake and break my mind's arrest,My time in which I nurture dreams, Born so still they rip my seams Of razor blades and ice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Connor_Dillivan/1651074/ "Jimmy, I need those papers five minutes ago. You have no idea the thrashing I got for forgetting them." With a groan I leaned back against the wall and held my chest. I grimaced as a spasm of pain lanced across my ribs. I was pretty sure at least two of them were cracked on my right side. Jimmy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Connor_Dillivan/1506312/ Run along a shifting scapeBloodhounds howl for your bloodLooking back there's nothing thereBut shifting shadowsFading echoesRustling strips of shadow blackWind and trip and drag you downLost inside your haunted mindIn shifting shadowsFading echoesWhile awake at last you seeHope is there within your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Connor_Dillivan/1506311/ Shadow facesNightmare menFelt and heard but never seenCreaking door and sighing windIcy breaths upon her neckWake in terrorThere they areShadow facesNightmare menTurn and turn and catch a glimpseWhite and black and bloody redColors of her nightmare realmRun in terror Hear them shriekShadow face.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Connor_Dillivan/1506308/ The Broken Wind-Up Girl Once upon a time, there was a wind-up doll crafted with such care and skill that it surpassed all other dolls. She had skin of smooth, polished alabaster that seemed to glow with an inner luminescence, as though life were shining through her. Her lips were the da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Connor_Dillivan/1506306/ The deep bass pounded so heavily the floor shook. Bodies writhed and gyrated in perfect time to the music. Desire burned hot under a heavy cloud of perfume and cigarette smoke. Supple flesh and hard muscle flashed in a tantalizing kaleidoscope under strobing lights. Faces were indistinct and names w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Connor_Dillivan/1506304/