http://slow.writerscafe.org/themandan The original writings of author Daniel Rae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775428174 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 what do I feel?altering my heart beat,my pace of breath,my mindset,mellowed.ears,treated gently by calm music,slithering through my ears,tingling my sensations.I want things,yet at the same time,I just want to baskin my contentness. calm,feel finger tipsdraw d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1662963/ The coldit bites at every inchof uncovered flesh,stingingbut you don't mind. The feeling,you're feeling.It's anger,it's sorrow. There's an arrow,through your heart,through your head. But you're not dead.The bliss from lipsthat you missyet have never kissed,lingers.Craving, wantin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661960/ this feeling,it's sending meinto an abyssof myself.selflessness,self inflict,conflict ofunhappiness.bare,stare,the glare from the shards of glass,sticking out from myskin.where do I begin,I don't want to exist,this isn't bliss.where's the lipsI miss,yet .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661524/ if I show no emotionwill you see the notion,my devotion.to change,it's slow motion.I don't enjoy who,I don't enjoy how.I don't enjoy why,where,when.who I am,not just the physical attributes.I can't change these roots.I just wanna bea mystery in your eyes that I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661515/ Colours That Bleedsun, oct. 18/15heavy wordsa burden of tonesa memoryno clarityI don't know who I amwho I'm supposed to behow I'm supposed to be.I feel like timeis contagious,our morals change.our hair changeslike the colours of the seasons.is there a reasonfor me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661513/ “Kita! No…Don’t touch my sister! Don’t hurt my sister!” Amber kept shouting, Chase justblocked her out, Pa pulled up right behind Chase to watch. Kita looked over atus, crying and begging for help. Chase took the blade off her skin and turnedit on.  &ldquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661494/  By the time Iwoke up, I had a bandage on my forehead and the room was lit very bright. Sobright that the walls almost look like a lighter hue of blue. I saw George onsome kind of surgical table, strapped down. I looked to my left to find Kitastanding with her arms above her head, c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661493/ “Stay awake fora bit longer…” She whispered, I peeled my eyes opened to look at Toby. Georgestarted to pet near the bottom of Toby’s left ear while looking back and forthat Kita and Chase talking. He was surprised when he felt the piercing pain ofteeth digging deep i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661491/  “I don’t feelwell, but I also have to pee. Can I go to the bathroom?” I put the glass ofwater down right next to the cup of vodka as I stood up, standing straight. Shegot up and I followed her to the bathroom. Once I got in, I locked the door,pulled my pants down .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661489/ “Yeah, noproblem.” I fiddled with my thumbs as I looked out of the window again. I couldsee her reflection in the window, I looked at her from the reflection as shelooked me up and down biting her lip. I could feel the tension now and I keptmy gaze out the window. &l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661488/ Istood outside as the rain poured down all around me, covering me from head totoe. I stood there, gripping my light sweater to my chest as I waited for thenext bus. The streets were empty besides a random vehicle or two driving by.The lampposts lit up the street with an odd flicker every now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661484/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661482/ Snowfall FieldsCold white snow against myback as I lay in a snowy field. My black jacket protecting me from the coldonly slightly, my jeans, not so much. I spread my arms out as I lay, largeflakes fall continuously. The sun shining off the snow, blinding. A hint of windgusted snow up fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themandan/1661478/