http://slow.writerscafe.org/aliceinhaloland The original writings of author alice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776116652 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A boy is found lost and abandoned on a highway in America. He is mute and cannot speak, he has a case of amnesia and the only thing he can remember is the number 86 and the scent of rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/1048379/ I think I may love you. For a day andbriefly. Briefly during the day. I believe so. I fall in love atfirst sight...so many times, so easily and so fool-hardly.I don't think the world is sane enoughto handle such feelings, to mold those feelings and to hold suchstrong feelings as these...mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/1047491/ …Words...words. Who has the time forthem? I love them. I can talk for hours. …Guns. Guns. You were the violent of thetwo, but by nature, I was the most deadly.…Remember. Remember. The great divide,an ocean between us. A time so far into the past.…Lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/1047482/ "Shouldn't have touched her Donny, looking at her was your first mistake. " http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/1030274/ I imagine you happy, I imagine you in eternity, I'm ever regretful, ever shameful of the mirage before me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/940944/ 2001-2004 poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/931375/ Poetry from 2000-2004 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/931373/ Poems from 2000-2004 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/931369/ Earlier Poetry in teenage years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/931351/ Past stuff...from the past. I share it with the world to see and critique. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/931283/ A little something to help with characterization and simple story concepts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/931240/ The world is so empty, the world is so dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/698793/ Don't let me sleep... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/627762/ On a shore so foreign, a land so strange and a language unknown, you gave me your hand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/627262/ A mother's last thought as her child ran. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/618016/ Perhaps it was how romanticism was falsely connected with war or how he instantly knew that his heroes would do no wrong, commit no crime... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/618006/ Short-story of one girl's acceptance of the end of the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/616634/ I was still on the floor, dazed, when the door slams open again a few minutes after the men left; those minutes felt like hours. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/616628/ space + poetry = nostalgia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/616134/ Inspired by my mom, written for her and her struggles. For mothers, daughters and the struggle to survive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/608973/ Atop the hill among grass and thorns of autumn night... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aliceinhaloland/608961/