http://slow.writerscafe.org/AtlantaCarter The original writings of author Atlanta Carter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003240 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Everything comes with a cost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/787946/ As published in the now-defunct Absent Willow Review http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/680652/ Be careful. 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She'd knocked once, twice, three times. Biting her lip, she started turning away before the lock clicked and the door creaked open."I ..." she began."You are expected," answered a wizened hag. That didn't properly describe her, she must have been beautiful .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/181432/  Life sucks sometimes,dreaming, planning your future, but it doesn’t work.It’s not so easy.You can’t have your cake,much less eat it.There is always something in the way,or someone.Grand designs die with a whimper.You do what you canwith what you were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/180705/  Lila shot up in bed. 2:40 am. It had happened, but she didn’t remember it properly. The dreams were insistent – they always came back the same way. She had no scar on her arm, and the yellow starburst remained on her cheek. She’d told Cara it was a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/178218/ Guilty, I admit it.I'm reminded every time I remove my clip-on.She taught me how to tie a bowtie.I've long forgotten.I don't wear my dinner jacket as much as I used to,when I was with her.My fault. She sent me away, and I didn't fight, not hard enough.My DJ is old and ill-fit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/177472/  another bruised cold dreameach faint ghost hauntsinnocence just kindles love's mettle now only pangs quiet regretstolen time undermines virtuewhile xenogamy yields zilch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/170754/  Dec 1, 1973 Dear Santa, Mom said I had to write you a letter to ask for Christmas presents, but I know that it’s physically impossible for you to get to every house in the world at midnight.  Mom and Dad buy the presents, and they always give me clothes, usually .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/167294/  When Lila awoke, she couldn’t move. She was strapped to her seat. The only thing she wanted more than screwing Gary was a fix. “You’ve got to have more! Please, is there some on the Moon? We could go back and get some? It’ll only take a f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/164750/  “I’m hungry,” Lila whispered when she awoke, still wrapped around Gary. “You’re still high,” he accused. “No, I’m not!” “You are still pigmented, and you will still be a carrier for a few days.”&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/164741/  ‘S**t!’ Gary cursed as he opened the door. Lila was assaulted by strange music – not loud, but unlike anything she’d ever heard. Lights flashed, and coloured globes floated in the air over the heads of a throng of people who, as far as she could tell, we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/164472/  Lila was shocked to find herself in the bathroom again. Obviously annoyed, the man sighed with a semblance of relief. Both of them were soaked with sweat from the heat and exertion. “Can’t they follow?” Lila asked excitedly. “They are d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/164095/  Lila recognized nothing. They found themselves in a bedroom with a view out the window that showed them to be somewhere out in the country. The clothes they had hastily stripped from each other were nowhere to be found. “Move!” he hissed, giving her a gentle sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/163095/  This is crazy, Lila thought, looking at the man that slept silently to her left – silent as death, yet the rise and fall of his chest betrayed that he was still breathing. The sun hadn’t risen, but she’d awoken suddenly and completely, which was odd, since she normally.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/162875/ Dearest Anna, For weeks I've tried to find a way to tell you the truth about my trip to New York City. Obviously, if I'd gotten the job with the Philharmonic, I would have been on the phone with you in a second. Much more happened while I was there, and I can't begin to come to grips with i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/162873/ Distant trumpetsblaring our wedding march,a fanfare yet unwritten.You were a stranger,everything I wasn’t.It was the only thing about youthat I’ve ever known for certain. We argue, stamp out of the room.We don’t speak for days,not of anything significant... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/140513/ The flower tortured for nought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AtlantaCarter/136168/