http://slow.writerscafe.org/ApKWrites The original writings of author ApKWrites en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151969 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rememberthe daysWhenwe were youngAndthe sunHadbright rays? Thedays where diseaseCouldnot bring us to our kneesAndthe accursed technologyWasnot the equivalent of a eulogy! Rememberwe used to go outPlayedin the mudWecl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/2099260/ Throw war to the EastFamine to the SouthDisease to the restHold the West down tHE WOrLD HaS GOnE STuPID MaDpEOpLE GoNE CRAzYpArTY’S AlL UPLiThIUM To ThE FReNZY Forget the species unityTurn against each otherWith every opportunity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1905764/ Based on a real story.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1827460/ Run down and dried outThe story of that little girlThe one that was leftTo die out… Rosie hernamePink hercheeksAnd her skinpaleHide and seek,Her favouritegame Friday wasthe dayShe was lastseenWalking inthe rain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1817500/ I have black skin                               But it’s red IbleedI get knocked down      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1817499/ The Legend of the Angel and the Witch - A story that has lots to teach... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1706473/       WalthamCross - North LondonDespite what most people think about Bruce Jackson,he’s not always the harsh, ruthless son of a b***h he makes out to be.In his line of work, one needs to be prepared to dowhatever it takes to get results, no matter what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1704379/ “Life’s full of surprises " one minute it can shinebright and the next…..death! It can come and go just like a feather in the windand when it does go, it’s too late to get it back. It leaves an empty, blackhole behind that consumes everything and anything….and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1665885/           LiverpoolStreet Station - Central LondonTee never thought she would feel so scared in herlife again. It has been a very long time since she last did.She stares at the crowd outside the station,thinking of her family and what could h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1665881/         LiverpoolStreet Station �" Central London“Sir, your son is here” the agent standing outsidethe white van, that Flint is in, says.“Good, bring him here” he replies and opens the doorto step outside the ve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1645463/        LiverpoolStreet Station �" Central London“Come on Nick, will you stop being dramatic?”Charlie asks while stepping out of the train at Liverpool Street Station.Nick follows right behind her, still holding hishead in his ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1645448/       LiverpoolStreet Station - Central LondonTee is standing outside the station for a while now,scanning the crowd with her eyes, looking for Richard, her heart thumping everytime she sees someone who resembles his built only to end up realising that shewas mis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1640448/       UnknownLocation - UKFlint has been in his office most of the morning,reviewing reports and waiting for updates on the mind controlling freak. He’sgone through all of last night’s reports at least twice but could not findanything helpful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1640444/      Oval - South London The phone on the small bedside table keeps ringing non-stopand, even though, she does her best to ignore it, it keeps ringing and the loudsound makes her head buzz; not even the pillow covering her face can keep thering out.Charli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1625126/      Stratford - East London Everyone knows her as Tee or - as her brother alwayscalls her " TeeKay!Last time she spoke to him, it was on their mother’sbirthday, when all her siblings connected through a video chat on the computerto wish her happy birthday.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1624021/ WalthamCross - North London Jackson returns home at the early hours of Sundaymorning and walks straight into his office; he throws his keys on the desk andunlocks the safe that’s hidden behind the abstract painting hanging on the wall.He, then, slowly removes his gun and k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1624006/ Crimson...the color of blood! Pain, passion, lust, betrayal, love...and blood! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1603833/ I've seen things, you haven't seen Ships vanishin' in the HorizonI have seen things, you'll never seeBurning ships over OrionI've seen things, you'll never see againShips sailing above Heaven I have seen things, has no one elseDamned ships headin' to HellI've seen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1595746/ UnknownLocation " UK Darkness….He tries to open his eyes but light hurts like hell…he manages to catch a glimpse of a blurry shadow…“Wakey, wakey! It was about time” a male husky voicesaysHe attempts to open his eyes again, the pain is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1594809/ LiverpoolStreet, Central London “Did you read all these?” she asks, glazing at themassive bookshelf in Richard’s living room.“Not all of them…most, but I’m….I’m working on it”he smiles and walks into the kitchen to finish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1591866/ I breathe death whenI smoke despairI kill the birdsAnd I pollute the airI’m no angelI’m just a strangerWho doesn’t knowWhat’s right andwhat’s fair For so longI wished for careAnd lost in the fogI wouldn’t .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1590716/  She loved himand we loved him tooNow, he's goneand we still doHis mother's criesecho throughout the skiesShe doesn't accept thatshe hopes that's a dream,more like a nightmare,and she screamsShe digs her nailsinto her skinShe feels the painand now she bleedsShe hits her fistsonto her breastsShe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1590200/ SohoSquare - Central London “I’m off, guys. I’m beat!” she calls out to herfriends. “Give me a call tomorrow; we can go for a coffee or something?”“Come on now, Charlie! It’s too early. Stay a bitmore…another pint?”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1589979/ WalthamCross - North LondonShe puts the shopping on the porch and reaches forthe sliding door. She steps in and unlocks the wooden door, shoves an oldmagazine underneath as a door stop and goes back outside to fetch the shopping.The house is dark " all the curtains drawn andshutters .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1589526/ LiverpoolStation, Central London " Rush hourPeople push! Everyone’s in a rush. They push to goin, push to get out; people running up and down the stairs....He gets pushed!Flashback " Crash!Therewas a car crash… The drunk driver did not stop at the red light and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApKWrites/1589066/