http://slow.writerscafe.org/LunalitSol The original writings of author LunalitSol en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776349534 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A modern-esque fairy tale told in stage play format that puts a twist to several classics, most heavily with influences from The Three Little Pigs. Not what you'd likely expect. Satirically tinged. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/958612/ The Gun says Bang. Life says Checkmate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/675751/ drabble from the POV of a "heart broken in two". Written for Weird writers' prompt group. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/636917/ There are moments in this world where mania robs reason, and there are places where people grab at weeds and think they've gotten them, completely missing the roots hidden beneath the soil. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/626333/ Chapter 3On instinct (it is definitely not a remnant of pattern from Mia…or…Cecilia…they don’t exist, I reassure myself irritably), I head for the bathroom, fingers extending deftly towards the cold-handle on the right side of the faucet. I turn, opening a small cupboard b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/622640/ Chapter 2I extend my supple fingers, reveling in the thrill of power spiking up in movement’s wake. I am animated. I have found control. I smirk, thin, swollen lips twisting into a feral grin. I twitch my wrist next, “smile” growing longer. I can feel the air thickening around me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616869/ Chapter 1A vast abyss of monotony spread out before me. I blink twice, then drop my gaze to the plush carpet. What had been a pure, powdery white when I’d first entered was now a rusty crimson blushing audaciously up at me. I study the spread of my blood with an almost disturbing detachment. K.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616866/ Who am I? Am I Mia? Am I Cecilia? And, now, am I Thea? They take control. It never stops. I hate it. It's not my fault that they have no physicality. I can't get out. I'm fading. Help me. Please... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616865/ an essay for the prompt "In what way is oppression a developing theme in The Grapes of Wrath?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616666/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616662/ Reality CheckStep into nothingFall into lifeSplatters of paintThe world is rife Willows whisperAs Dawn BreaksI wave into WonderlandWhile the cheshire shakes In its boots the cat quakesWhilst smoke quivers upI melt from my apronAnd tip into the rub The flowers, they murmurGossip and sn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616657/ Hurt Pours, Pain Builds...Anger ThrivesAgony Blooms In Waiting HoursIn Ticking MinutesSand Stretches Furthur on;Sifting gently, Slamming Mercilessly.We are glass.Falling, Cracking...Shattering.Frosted Glass.No one can see the Monsters which lurk withinNor The Child Who PleadsBegs the World to Save, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616654/ poem written while in a long distance relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616652/ It was so worth it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616651/ Things aren't always what they seem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616647/ Fire spreads, licking theFlowersThe TreesThe delicate leavesIt spreads, hissingSpittingFumes and flamesDeadly and ToxicThick smoke NoxiousFor days on endAndNights that spreadA sweet smothering darknessSoaked through in ember shadowThe fire grows and the sky, it darkensAnd thenAs if of some high.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616645/ “I have often noticed that the suffering which is most difficult, if not impossible, to forgive is unreal, imagined suffering. …The worst, most obstinate grievances are imagined ones.”                          &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616552/ “In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life...It goes on.”                                               ------ Robert FrostChapter 4: Four le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616550/           “Hell, there are no rules here. We are trying to accomplish something.”                                           ------Thomas Edison.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616549/  “A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it. It would be hell on Earth.”                                 &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616547/ "I like pigs. Dogs look up to us, cats look down on us, pigs treat us as equals."                                    &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616545/ When the ground is pulled from benath your feet and you're just falling, falling, falling, all you can really do...is Breathe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunalitSol/616543/