http://slow.writerscafe.org/Smokey1414 The original writings of author Smokey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987682 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 1 year later, the sounds of footsteps followed the sounds of the clattering heels. “Stop!” yelled the officers trying to catch up to the lady fox. She merely waved the emerald in front of their faces her mouth slid into a smirk murmuring the words into their ears until sprinting right pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smokey1414/1658924/ The first dress has a slit all the way to my hipIt hugs her body in all the right placesThe black color makes me look mysteriousHer friends shook their headsThe next dress was a short skater dressIt waved outwards right at my hipsThe color was a sky blue making me look refreshed They all giggle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smokey1414/1655887/ Long ago on a faraway island there lives a tale. A tale of adventure, action, and romance. It is the story of the past and the future. It is the story of pirates and a princess. The island was covered with precious jewels, forbidden fruit and the most exotic animals. It was called Praleya, named af.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smokey1414/1655225/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smokey1414/1655213/ There was once a run down town. All the houses had overgrown plants climbing on the walls. The metal pipes were rusted to a crisp copper. During the day the roads were silent the only noises come from a few passing cars, some kids that walk home from the school and the rushels in the bushes that co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smokey1414/1654796/ The smirk never left his faceHis arm hanging over the girl's shoulderHer eyes stuck to meI stood aloneNobody backing me upNobody hanging by my sideHis eyes locked on mine His hand raised a tad just to shoo me awayShe simply copied his gesture giggling and leaving into him I couldn't have c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smokey1414/1654760/ Jane Willowhall was unlike any other woman one would come across. Her glass, green eyes shone like a fox's at night. Her skin was as pale as moonlight. Her dark brown hair framed her face perfectly if you ever caught a glimpse of it down. She was the pearl of the Willowhall family. The only trouble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smokey1414/1654751/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smokey1414/1654734/