http://slow.writerscafe.org/SilenceSounds The original writings of author SilenceSounds en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064847 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The low creaking of a chair, echoing through the night.The cackling from her mouth, the wind throughout her hair.She clenches her hands in fists, and laughs manically.The blood slowly trails down her hands and she turns suddenly to look at you.Her eyes are black.And her mouth is wide,And smiling.Her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilenceSounds/1656912/ In a vase on a hill, on a piano near a dark, wooden sill, is a vase. Inside the vase is mucky green water, molded stems rotting to the core, tainted with a sickly sweet scent. Petals that melt from the bulb, the moldy rotten bulbs; they look like slime in the moonlight. The wind doesn’t blow o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilenceSounds/1656895/