http://slow.writerscafe.org/Starrbryghte The original writings of author Jacklyn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007773 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The voices. Gollum whispering to himself in the deep dark of caves and lake holes, bashing goblin skulls against the shore and always muttering, growling, groveling to the ring. It turns him cold and bitter, lean and inhuman. Crouched in a cell, hands over ears, quietly crying as a soft voice c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Starrbryghte/1553199/ RunDon't blink or hesitate,stop.The chains are reaching out, white hottendrils clinking in irritation.They don't want you to escapeTheir land of paned, mirrored wallswith voices ever whispering between cracks,skeletal hands closing over you lipsto keep you from screaming,hollow glass eyes watching.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Starrbryghte/1550655/ I hate himThough once, he was the love of my life. 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