http://slow.writerscafe.org/AndrejPro The original writings of author AndrejPro en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002413 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A seemingly normal train ride goes very cold when horror strikes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1956976/ The full span of a life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1956969/ BLUE   III            I take a long gaze across the room.Each of the windows has been bunged shut. The rare traces of the afternoon sunhave been covered up. The crime of such fragile light shall not be committed.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1804413/ BLUE   IIFor the rest of that evening I sat in awe. Morespecifically I stood. It was like an ineffable surplus energy, but at the sametime sadness and sorrow. It was a bipolar experience. It would swing from thehigh euphoric tides, to the low less attractive emotions... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1804410/ BLUE   IIt is a very pleasing process from all of itsparts. It premiers with short candor arousals then extends into lengthynotions; full of alacrity. Finally it closes with euphoria. For me it was fast.It was a fast acceleration that passed from one point to another... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1804409/ A novelette aimed at the psychological aspects of the balance between love and lust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1804402/ A crestfallen sculptor in an open marriage desperately searches for a true and pure love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1743948/ From the citrus treeI drawa hue of sparkledorange blotchone from many of itskindthat revives theorchard into lightfrom dawn till’ noonthe light will shineextinguish briefly,night will risecolors darken, thesun will sinkthe orange hue fromthe skyvanish vainly andresignthe ripe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1729943/ I want to sleep. Not copulate. Only to lay under the coversin absolute intimacy. To rest close to each other with the windows left ajar. Tofeel the brisk air suave through the atmosphere of the room. And with everygentle breeze, submerge ourselves deeper into the soft plush covers. I want to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1724838/ It is a late starry night. Both hands have united together;pointing straight at the sky. Nothing is heard but the singing of the crickets.The starry night gives the nightly owls something to gaze into. Their wide eyesopen up to the scattered stars in the night sky that shine so brightly, the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1721200/ The wind billowing through the trees; the sound of the crispautumn leaves rustling. The wind knocks them so effortlessly. So effortlessly,that one might say that they chose their own fate. Their own fall from thesilhouettes that represent tall trunks and twisted branches. The silhouettescont.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1720299/ The tragedy of losing is only if not foretold. It is theunpredicted shudder of loss that steals the essence of humanity. It comessharp; the tragic, rigid edge of deprivation that cuts the thread and lets theheart drop. The drop is steep, but not fatal. It only exists to simulate thefear from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1719791/ As I walk through the rich white snow, all I see is a pairof feet. A pair of feet that engrave upon the ground. They have no destination;no beginning and no end. They only go forward, and into circles. They are anillusion. I treat them as path; a path that I can only trace. I do trace andfol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1712898/ Describes how bonds are broken with greed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1712218/ I met my love a year older than me. She walked gracefully;her pearly eyes shining in the moonlight. She scented of rose and lavender, andhad a voice that spoke in a tone of warmth and unexpected melancholy. At first,I felt lost, for it was without hope to love. As desperate as it was, a love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1709198/ I am free. I am once truly free. The shackles are undone, and the weights are lifted from my shoulders. I run freely through the fields; tossing myself in every direction. I run fast, for the world might run after me to take me back into bondage. That is after all what life was. Pain, suffering.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1701127/ A brief summary of post-orgasm experiences. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrejPro/1700789/