http://slow.writerscafe.org/Loud_Dark The original writings of author Iris Crow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776211024 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Cold it was at the given time of day. The forest seemed peaceful since the sun was setting letting off an enraging colour variety of mainly blood red-orange, and a few slivers of eye piercing fuchsia, the background descending into persian indigo, diluting into an imperial blue. pu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loud_Dark/1725860/ Devin Abnus Merle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loud_Dark/1679730/ She woke up with a cold sweat. Her chest rising up and down furiously. Throat clenched with fear. Hands in fist, tearing the sheets from underneath her as her knuckles turn marble white.  It awaits.        The gray and still dawn was moist and smelled of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loud_Dark/1620452/ " A Cold Night to Remember"by Iris CrowThey drop like flakes.They drop like stars.Like tears from one's faceOne after the other.One by one.They all reach the ground.Perished and Forgotten.Except for what was left behind.Fire and Smoke.Ash and Bones.The sky screams with bloody shades and tones of red.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loud_Dark/1616398/