http://slow.writerscafe.org/genscott The original writings of author gen scott en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776332125 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The glow of the full moon cascades onto the cars and overflows into my lap."Disappointing," I say. "I drive at night to be enveloped in the dark. I drive at night for the serenity that comes with the quiet. The darkness is calming. At least this only happens once every 28 days."That familiar hard re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genscott/1644410/ Do you know what lies behind the sheet? Do you know that person?How many sheets do they have?The sheet does not protect youFor it is translucent;You can see what the light allowsand nothing moreYour lover's love is not trueIt is blind;It sees the beauty of what light shines upon itYou cannot see the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genscott/1609756/ Excerpt from my original one act stage play, Phobos, about a high school shooting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genscott/1605083/ The sun shone through the old, sun-washed curtains into the dark room that painted a picture of pure bliss. My left arm tingled, reminding me that it had remained in the same position for the few hours I was asleep. I slowly moved it out from behind my pillow, making sure not to wake her. Sleep stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genscott/1604566/ Such a peaceful thing, driving. Some people fear it but there is something about that fear that is comforting. Almost as if the idea that every time you get in the car could be your last time you walk or talk or live makes the car ride itself a metaphorical last words: the final seek of clarity befo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/genscott/1604507/