http://slow.writerscafe.org/SilverChord The original writings of author The Silver Chord en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776076889 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Laws of Drunk and Useful AdviceThe following is a list of "laws" devised by myself and other drunks,  and also has many useful bits of information and advice that should be taken into consideration. Also, there is no particular order to any of this list.Play drunken twister at your own risk.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/1013423/ Paperbacks, yellowing in the sun.Paper-thin etchings in my mind, all telling me to go play with fire.Speak the truth good sir! Quench the hell from which we desire.Silent killer of literature, slaying you with the words of untold value.Dead prodigy climbing his way from the wicked world of lost soul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/1011604/ First light in the darkened sky,Lightning setting forth into oblivion.Distant rumbles closing in,like that old friend coming for a visit...What the hell is my problem?Let's get to the heart of the matter.Have you ever had something disturb you, constantly grating away at your sanity?Has that somethi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/1011582/ Inspired by the most realistic dream I've ever had. Might make a short narrative of it sometime. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/978528/ That sardonic smile spreads across my face, Killing time is all that comes to mind. She keeps waiting for me,impatient as always. Blistering heat brings out the worst in me,for I am a miserable creature.Sweat dripping down,invading every crevice in it's wake.We leave this blessed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/974781/ Just another Saturday night with the guys. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/953309/ Time seems to fall away, creating voids and solaces in our beings. All bound to the nature of things, we go day in and day out, never thinking of what lasts forever. What comes to us that is undying? What can pass through the years, unfaltering and  resilient in all the same.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/937733/ Silent colossus resting his head, dreaming through the years. Decay ravages the land in which he lays. Protector they use to call him, the grassy god they once adored. But he knew how wicked they could truly be. So slept he did, waiting for the day he could make them whole again. Day in and day out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/934009/ Dreadfuly cynical in my ways,flashes of light and sparks dancing all around my perplexing mind.I'm terribly sorry,there is no time for formalities here.They all look seemingly innocent,dispicable thoughts clambering from within.I'm sober with divulsions,The bottom of this bottle is miles away from h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/929992/ Short, simple, and to the point. Enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/912335/ Ink dripping on the canvas, Books and parchment strewn all around.Blue eyes watching, Looking for place to stay.Halo hanging sideways, Bound to be falling for miles.Home to the hitchhiker, Just a doorstep away.During the Day,During the Night,During the darkest of days.Age of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/900334/ Just a little observation I've made of late. Thought it would make a nice narrative http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/896430/ The earth falls  still and shallow.death infertile and suttle.Lightning binds bile, a torch to tongue.Silent nightmares fill the streets.Houses on a journey, stones wailing in wait. maelstroms, cataclysm of words and images.God watched in silence as we destroyed ourselves.Inevitible they s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/829759/  Thunder pulsating, the soft howl of the wind on the eves, all intoxicating for a feeling of peace. Rain steadly drumming down in erratic patterns, washing away the dust of the dreary day. Nature playing one of her most beautiful songs, singing a lullaby to ensure a sound slumber. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/811673/ Watched a fight between on of my friends and his girlfriend. Thought it would make a decent story. On a side note, I'm slightly drunk at the moment. So please excuse any grammar errors and spelling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/811669/ Rhythm, beating beating beating. Slithering, blithering.Mystic, hysteria driven morality.Spirals, flowing up, falling down. Wrong movement, stepping out of sight. Washing away the wrong, bleeding onto what is right.Running to the sounds that drives you, finding peace in which divides .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/806480/ So a time of reflection has come into effect. Lately, feelings of longing, despair, and bitterness have plagued my mind. And it all has to do with love. Each one of the people I have loved in my short lifetime, all hold a piece of my heart. But does this mean I give my heart away so freely? Do I giv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/805552/ I wrote this for a friend of mine. Thought this would make her day. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/805532/ New face, same soul. Fresh and clean, over and over,I put on a new face daily.Some friendly, others daunting.With each new face comes a new outlook."Today is going to be...."Each day is a new response. Over and over, New face, same soul.My appearance changes,but I'm still the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/791326/ Marry the devil, sleep with the demons.Tossing and turning, Hell burning beneath your sheets.Slandering the good and devoted, slowly becoming a beast from bellow.Pretending to uphold good stature, while being dragged to Hell. Casting out the little bit of decency you have le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/782574/ Silence invades, ever creeping in like a mild headache. Calmness takes over, everything is at peace. Darkness stalks, filling every gap with shadows. Peace, so wanted and adored. We all want peace, more than wealth, more than anything. We search for it, sometimes never finding. Sometimes we fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/782570/ Suggestive intelligence,Sword swallowing pilgrims to a dying day.Makeshift angels,Murder bloody red soundtrack to a beautiful life.Idyllic fighting,Incandescent youth fleeting from our fragile bodies.Living convalescence,Lying to ourselves that we're okay.Enduring starlight,Envy stealing away our he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/782560/ Just thinking to myself, "Why do I push the ones I love away?"Maybe I'm scared of losing someone,maybe I just don't want to be loved.Why do I subject myself to a personal hell?I'll tell you why.F*****g, boldfaced Pride. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/782549/ Frigid as ice, smoke filtering through the air, dark room covered in paper and clothing, the young man is on his last cigarette.Wondering what he is going to do with his life, he contemplates his options.Get a job, find a girl, have a good life.or.Stay unemployed, have no one to love, and die lonely.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/782547/ This is a submission for the 3-D Horror Challenge. Hope you guys enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/782537/ This is the opening to a short story I'm working on at the moment. Hopefully can get the other parts finished up and posted soon. Enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/731500/  I take pride in who I am, who I used to be, I'm riding the lightning. Proliferated dreams of celluloid gods and mannequins, maybe the storm is upon us.Swaying in the trees like some great white ape, I am the king of the library and the knowledge within it.Say nevermore; make me a machi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/715600/    "Its gotta be perfect," he kept thinking to himself. This odd little man, elbow deep in a mixture of oil paints and black ink, has a project, but not just any project. No, this was a grand architecture of canvas and dreams written in neo-classical Italian sonnets. He spent monthes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/672573/ No one knows, no one follows, wrapped up in a torrent of vodka and Red Bull.Listening to the songs for the deaf, tripping out on a caffeine attack from hell.Possibly a sequential turn of events passing through every pore and every God given stem cell and ligament known to man (and a few only kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/665802/ X‡XMesmerized, captivated, what the hell is wrong with me? Possibly a puppet, prodded by a sword and fear.Psychosis, anticipated dreams of unreal, surreal, unbelievable as they seem. Finding resolution, absolution, adoration, what the hell am I thinking? Flicking dust off .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/641154/ s**t went down, and got some writing out of me. enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/639712/ A day in my life as a bank teller. Really A.D.D. most of the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/631500/ in a strange mood. figured I would do another random piece. enjoi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/627866/ earlier this night. thought this would make a good writing and somewhat comical, seeing as i have strange luck. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/623367/ Basically the backing to this is two old friends, superpowers of the world, have reached the end of a chess match played through the mail. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/622111/ Blessing or curse? What could it be? You could call it a gift that most people wish they had. You could call it a curse, because there is no escaping it. Everybody loves me. Simple, and true. I call this my affliction, because I hate to be loved so much.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/620668/  Free thought,dreaming away.Listening to the crowd,casually watching.Wrapped in a leather coat,strolling down a wayward street.Snow fluttering down,the soft crunch underfoot. Cradling a flask,typical drunk haze.Secretly believing in something more,never caring to let it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/617783/ Lustful times, sinful eyes, malice in his smile.  He walks in the shadows, blending in when he can.He is a creature of the night.Living the dream we all want in secret.He never says hello, never says goodbye.Always gets what he wants, and never gives anything away.He comes and goes,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/615521/ another result of extreme amounts of caffiene, nicotene, and sleep deprevation. Enjoi. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/615060/ This happens to an updated writing from when I was roughly 16. Figured I would give it a little more "umph". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/615027/ ‡X‡Never have I been in a situation of dire need.  It’s not within my nature.  For years, I lived in solitude, never keeping anyone close, nobody on my mind.  But after all this time, I’ve come to realize something.I need a heart, a muse, something I can look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/611856/ In a state of euphoria, doing some deep thought, and minor writing. I figured I would do some type of philosophical piece for once. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/610717/ The reasons why I left slowly come back to me, as painful as a dagger through a lung. Why didn't I see it before, this calamity of ill-willed promises. My life seemed so useless because of what was said of the time we spent together. Accompanied by a gun and a despaired cry for help, I should like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/605124/ left out in the freezing rain, I stumble aimlessly.  Generations before me have tread this road, wandering, looking for a meaning.  A slumberless night, a chilled heart, I tread on, leaving my life dragging behind.  Would you condemn me for the fact&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/605119/ Sleep Deprivation is a beast that will consume us all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/602619/ Every wonder why you never know the answers to all of those unanswerable questions?Ever wonder why you seek answers in those who don’t know the answer themselves?Ever wonder why society in this day in time is so chaotic, when we could all just try to get along?Ever wonder why songs get s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/602584/ This was just a quick piece I did a few weeks ago, while I was sitting in the blistering sun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverChord/602578/