http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jsterling15 The original writings of author James A Sterling II en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342340 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As I opened the doors of the saloon the words of many began to encompass my mind. It was as if I  just walked into the most illiterate place in America. I walked briskly up to the bar and sat down. The only thing I could smell was the scent of smoke, and beer. I began to contemplate why I was h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jsterling15/1513146/     The sword came down like thunder. I jolted back, took one swift strike. It was slow-motion in my mind, even though it only lasted a second. Red scarlet drops flying in the sky, then a simple thud as the corpse hit. We are all cruel, us knights. They say that are sins will be forgi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jsterling15/1512397/ I've lied and almost died.Cried and almost sighed .Beautified and almost denied.Falsified and almost declassified.But never have I detoxified. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jsterling15/1507606/ There was a legend about the well in the garden, for that was the place that I could have peace. My life has been torn apart, for my father is Death. During the beginning of my life I have lived in this well. I have been here my entire life. All I see is darkness. The only thing I smell is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jsterling15/1507139/