http://slow.writerscafe.org/YurieLee The original writings of author Yurie Lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995404 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is based on the song The Blade Dancer by Peter Gundry. Make sure to take a listen before or while you read this. Thank you. Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=3&v=Nr9pYMdl2Tc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YurieLee/2002828/ It is a seemingly forgotten place, a ruin somewhere in the middle of nothingness. But it very much thrives, and it is very much alive. Ruled by a species of humanoid beings, it has survived for centuries despite countless plagues and violence that spread in the peak of radical periods. It is a real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YurieLee/2002825/ Malune is a dark and beautiful realm existing within Earth, yet is its own domain. A guardian is set in place for the realm, with a new one born every 500 years. But now, there are two. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YurieLee/2002823/ I recently experienced something like this, and now that I am calm, I decided to write it out, but with fancy words and such. I think you will get the idea when you read it. Enjoy~ :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YurieLee/1775737/ I wrote this poem at 11:45 p.m. I say it's pretty good. I mean, I usually write better at night so~ Enjoy~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YurieLee/1728248/ This is a short story with a pirate theme I created a while back. I edited a few times afterwards, and this is the result~! Enjoy~! --the bottom of my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YurieLee/1712922/ This is a poem I wrote my freshman year of high school, and it has a lot of meaning in it. (Well, I put a lot of meaning into it, but I don't know if people will catch it.) So yep, enjoy~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YurieLee/1676664/ Perfect. Crouched at the bottom of the staircase, I peered through the black murgin gates of the railing to spot my twin asleep on the couch. Once again, he had fallen into my trap! Rising to my tip toes, I strode across the white marble floor towards him�"my footsteps as light .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YurieLee/1649916/ Prologue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YurieLee/1649910/ “Who's Scarlett?” “The rose in my hair. She turned out so beautiful. I wish I could be as perfect as her." Hideo scrunched his eyebrows. “Why are you comparing yourself to a flower?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YurieLee/1606198/