http://slow.writerscafe.org/cfolts The original writings of author viola en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776165161 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Getting up the courage to invite over a new friend can be hard! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1874741/  Music is Home.A community--A group.I don’t have one very often.For me friends are few and far between.I’m much more likely to observe than take part.But in an orchestra I’m connected.I’m in the middle of everything.I can play wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1838458/ Saying good-byeHurtsYou vow to stay in contact.You'll writee-mailcall"There's always Skype!"But deep down,you know it won't be the same.You've said good-bye before.It's not the deep relationshipsyou've lost.Those changedbut stayed.It's the casual ones.The people who were part oforchestrayour favorit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1782146/ TimeHowit passes?Sometimestoo fastSometimesso slowGreatbig gulpsMeasuringevery millisecond.Butwe'll get there--Someday--Thatmuch I know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1780689/ RunningHidingFleeingCryingWhatis wrong with me?Stuckin this endless muck--Ican't get out.Mybrain says what do.Run!Read!Crochet!Anythingbut sit.Sowhy do I keep sitting?Whycan't I escape thisMuck? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1780686/ The call came afterwaiting so long you were sure they'd forgotten.It was such anordinary day,But your heartstopped when the phone said,“Mechanicsburg.”Surely, theywouldn't call unless...Answered and it waswrong.All wrong.The voice washeavy--This call was a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1779300/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1663193/ “Whereare you headed?”“Backhere,” I say.Ignoringthe puzzled facemyfeet take me ona common route.Ibreathe the dusty smelloffallen leaves.Wasn't I just admiring thebuds?Measuring how much the corn hadgrown?So soon,they are dying,butdying in sty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1659404/ Somethingis rustling through the trees,alight and airy autumn breeze.Itpasses by, so very near,andwhispers magic in my ear.I’mlifted up and spun around,myfeet are parted from the ground!Isoar away, light as the air,windwhipping softly through my hair.Alaugh escapes of pur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1656329/ VictoryShiningscales,Cold as ice,The dragon guards her hoard.Quiet feet,Soft assnow,Creeps knight with shieldand sword.Glowingeyes,Turning red,The dragon spots its prey.Glinting armor,Shining bright,The knight cries in dismay.Withburning breathAndflaming tongue,Thed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1654808/ Fightingto stay awake   Allthe night I've worked     Lineafter       Line         I'vewritten--           Nothing's         &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1654263/ It’shard to pinpoint exactly.Alonging…For Familyand Friendsand Secret SpotsFor routines�"Friday night pizza and gamesThe daily walk to schoolTuesday evening hugsIdon’t really know which I’m missing,butI know it hurts.Ithurts so much .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1653642/ For the last year I have been living in Guyana, South America teaching music. It is very hot and few places have air-conditioning. I never understood the wonderful gift of a breeze till I moved here! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1652861/  ColdDarkStormyDeepNot really.It’s just my little creek.BUTWhen storms are brewingYou should seeHow like the ocean my creek can be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1652778/ Silence.Doesit really exist?There’salways the call of a bird,Thegurgle of a brook,Thebuzz of an insect,Thebreath of a person.Ifwe remember thatIfwe listen hard enough,Maybewe’ll be less afraid of “The Awkward Silence.”Itdoesn’t ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1652776/ Don't call me cute.Cute is forbunniesand pussycats,babiesand dandelions.I am not ababy.I am not apussycat.I am not even a little girl.I am aYoung Woman.Just becauseI'm small--5ft, 110 lbs--doesn't mean I'mcute.I amElegant.I amBeautifu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cfolts/1652770/