http://slow.writerscafe.org/MisterSharpe The original writings of author Kieran Shuttleworth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776071545 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The introductory chapter of my current project, a rough draft tentatively called "A Hunter's Oath". Here we see two of the main characters meet for the first time, in bloody and tragic conflict. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/2101423/ The sun crept slowly over the horizon, and the night fled in its wake. The mighty standing stones, tall and proud, cast long shadows over the young spring grass, glistening with dew. But the most dazzling sight was of the steel, the red light of dawn glinting off its keen edge. The sword of the trib.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/2008126/ Part three of three. All's well that ends well... or is it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1998802/ Part Two of Three. The plot thickens... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1998135/ Part One of a Three. Parts two and three soon to come... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1986674/ Two wandering swordsmen enter a small kingdom in search for a safe place to rest, and find themselves the guests of the king himself. But everything has a price, and every king has need for heroes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1986590/ Normally I would only do poems in rhyme, but I just needed to let these words out, to say goodbye to this man's best friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1892784/ I live in waking sleep,And see with sightless eyes,I walk in rigid step,With the shadows at my side.Trapped within my dreamless shell,I live in atrophy,Patiently I wait to fade,Like a raindrop in the sea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1664616/ The day is lost, the King is dead,The Saxon host has fled,And now they come, the Norman knights,To take King Harold’s head.Still they fought, a single band,King Harold’s guard did stand,They gathered ‘round their fallen lord,With sword and axe in hand.The day is done, the guard is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1663401/ Where now is her siren song,My heart is filled with longing,How can I stir my weary soul,Without the muse’s calling. The pages crumble, the ink is dry,The flame is slowly dying,Regret weighs heavy in my heart, As I mourn the poet’s parting.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1662926/ An unusually sentimental piece of prose I wrote a while back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1662198/ A short poem I wrote to set the theme and tone for a story I had planned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1662187/ Lightning streaks across the sky,And whips the waves to war,Urging on the battle lines,That dash upon the shore,The air is filled with wailing winds,And the ocean’s painful roar,I turn my head to bar the sight,Of that elemental war.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MisterSharpe/1662175/