http://slow.writerscafe.org/SaintQuin The original writings of author St.Quin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985921 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 -" I know that she's sad.She feels useless, she's struggling for a purpose.I am here with her but I became just another one of her failed task.I cannot carry her pain for her, I am incapable of taking her sadness away.And I feel just as useless, for I am not the solution." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1704327/ So, the whispersinside my head were right,these whispers thatseemed like a demon's whim.I was so into livinga life with a meaningthat I denied thesense of knowing.In a horde filledwith shrieking noises of humanslike a bellow of ahungry beast,are ears that will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1658386/ Let us hide ourselves from the life outside,Be with me and let us see the world from behind.In here, there's nothing we have to hide. Here where we are far from others' mind and sight.Let us watch the world without being watched back,they'll be nothing more but colors of a screen we tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1627434/ Chapter 1:Norman Lootfield  Another boring day comes to Norman Lootfield,a 30-year old employee of Lootfield Publishing House (The House). This manseems dedicated to this old-fashioned printing press. Despite the advancementof technology available his current world has, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1612985/ experimental http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1612983/ +tirteenth+   The world of pale melodies calms the heart of a wandering faker.to set aside a mood that brings him back to the mouth of a clingingshadow.In here he sneaks delays,the search for not searching anything at all.Be soulless, asit comes with a promise o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1612469/ The unruly mob stopped themselves briefly,This moment gave enough silence for the pianist to hear her keys clearly.And as she plays, no one dared to make a sound.Her music invites their ears to listen and not interfere for a while,for her music sounds so calmly cold yet horrifyingly scar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1604155/ It's so unwise of you to stay here where I suffer from,and see the idiocy of my regrets and repetition of my sins.From where the shadows eat mewhile the scream of silence succumbs me.It's all but blackness in here,I wish that you stay away.Promise me you'll keep your hopes,this place.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1604153/ “My love is like a woeful story Of a soul that weeps ashes. Tears are long gone dry, What remains is the burning feeling inside. My love is like a raven’s feather, Dropped amidst the clouds by a crow in woeful flight The raven and I, borrowing the presence of the light, C.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1597968/ This is a poetic dialogue of a character (the pierrot) from a sequence of my story "Fragments of a Comedy". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1593551/ Spare meFrom the truth behind this,I will listen to those fake concerns.In the dream of a various story,The tales never end so sweet.Promises that never sound so real,I valued all these empty words.I know that all these lies are just crude,But I chose to listen since it's you.D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1590080/ LIVING IN AN UNWANTED SHELL OF DISGUSTTHIS ROTTEN TEMPLE OF GOD INFECTS HIMSELF ON ITS OWN WILL.AS HIS EARTHLY TEMPTATIONS REEK,HE WHO SPEAKS WITH ACRIMONY SEEKS THE TRANSPARENCY OF ALMOST EVERYTHING.AS HE HINDERS WITH REGRETS ON THE DEMONS’ BEHALF,HE, UNDERNEATH A HEAP OF HORRID.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1589534/ I am stuck in the time of love and sweetness.The smell on the pillow reminds me of our romantic moments.the kisses and morning caress that seemed endless.The wooden coffee table where we had our meals with smiles and sudden giggles that seemed pointless.The tireless play of two adults acti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1586449/ Monologue of Harlequin after the death of Columbina, a part of my story "Fragments of a Comedy" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1577568/ The poetic monologue of Columbine before she gave in to her life-long sorrow. A part of my story "Fragments of a Comedy". http://littlequiet.co.nr http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1577420/ A monologue of the harlequin, a character from my story "Fragments of a Comedy". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1577418/ What is there behind those howlswhen beasts cry for a world unfound.Weaving worries to the air,to the dark, they cast their stare.Ears may care and dare to hearbut frightened hearts will sure decline.No living soul can ever bidea blackness darker than the night.With faith astonied, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1575969/ NOT A SOLE BEAUTY WILL ENCHANT A PALE AND TIMID THEME,EVEN IF THE WISHES AND THE PROMISES ARE THERE TO KEEP.EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF A SILENT SWEETENED MELODY,DROPS A CERTAIN SADNESS WITH A CUP OF AWFUL CLARITY.WILL A SOUL THAT HIDES BEHIND THE LIES OF FAIRY DREAMSEVER WISH TO SEE THE BITT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaintQuin/1570421/