http://slow.writerscafe.org/MissVixen The original writings of author MissVixen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109898 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He stands by the river that separates the town from Bluemont forest, unaware that I am observing him behind a nearby tree. The poor boy didn’t stand a chance in that crowd of onlookers. All I could wonder is why they would treat him this way. His breathes were short and quick as he rubbed the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/624423/ In His Eyes There is SilenceFinding my voice in a crowd  I stared as my father took his seat at the head of the conference table. He observed those who sat around him with hard brown eyes, his face showing no emotion. With a slight raise of his hand the room became quiet. While he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/612098/ In loving memory of my grandmother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/609122/ A poem of love found and tragically lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/607287/ I stare into the clear depths of glistening crystal, watching as it moves gently yet undisturbed. In the past, it gave me joy to jump in and feel the cold water engulf me, rise above the surface and feel beads of water trickle down my face as I opened my eyes and felt the sting of chlorine enter the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/606459/ I’m in the dark, afraid to come out alone. A hand reaches for me but I refuse to take it. It is his hand, a hand that is unsure of what it will do next. Stubby fingers, pale skin and starting to wrinkle, I push it away, afraid of what he will pull me into. I can’t begin to describe how I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/606458/ She starred out her bedroom window,Looking at the road that lay neatly before her homeA crossroads, leading in two separate directions,And she had traveled them both once beforeBut now she was faced with a choiceFor today she would have to pick which road to takeOne led to the right,Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/606456/ Dedication to Lillian Manlove http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/606455/ I sat there, waiting, watching the crowd of Japanese commuters make their way to the back of the bullet train. I sighed to myself. How do I get myself into these situations? I wondered. I can do planes, cars and boats. I will even hang my head out of a helicopter flying over a plane of ice in Alaska.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/606454/ The creature makes its first appearance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/605935/ Thrown into a new world, Saraphine must make difficult decisions and face an enemy only know to her as "The Crow." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/605933/ Meeting my bestfriend for the first time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/605931/ You’re sickShe told meI starred at her blanklyWhat do you mean….I’m sick?She didn’t respondSimply turned away and took notes in my fileWalked outsideAnd never came back I remember the days I could get up whenever I wantedJust roll out of bed without .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissVixen/605929/