http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kathmandu The original writings of author Kat Mandu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973810 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Backwardsbooks Backwards books we read,“Don’t spoil it”, what hesaid.I lied and joked a character’sdead.Cat scratched and nerdyTake a minute,See the shirts are dirty.I’ll break down your door andshout your name.Until you return, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1901788/ NoreturnsNo knock on the doorSword fights cancelledWhat happened to before?I knew you so well,Why did you rip my heart apart?And cast me into hell.I’m sure you hurt as well.What was your reason?Do please tell.Brother straight from darkness,Sister.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1901173/ Prologue:The MidnightmareSummer 10, 1545, Fourth AgeThecorpse lay, eyes open and face contorted with fear, trapped at the point ofdeath; frozen with terror at what had killed him. There was blood everywhere;on the teenager’s chest, soaked into his clothes, caking his arms and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1901112/ Chapter FourMendor didn’t look back at the burning building behind him, ordown at Kerry, resting gently in his arms; his eyes were focused dead ahead,narrowed with anger, tears dancing in their corners.‘You didn’t have to do this,’Kerry said to him quietly.Mendor didn&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1879337/ Chapter ThreeThe sun was beginning toset as Mendor’s train pulled into the massive station situated on the edge ofthe city. A goliath metropolis surrounded by one-thousand square miles ofdensely populated slums, Timerdias City was the largest on the continent, splitinto fifty Districts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1879329/ ChapterTwoCaelia yawned. After beingwoken by Mendor, she had gotten next to no sleep, and the two of them had beenon the road to Willowdale before sunrise. They had reached the town with ease,and were nearing the station at Aiton, the stop where the two of them would gotheir separate ways... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1879323/ ChapterOneAutumn81, 1536Thunderreverberated throughout the clouds overhead and lightning crackled above.Paladin Mendor Gismack didn’t stop to look at the sky as it cried dark rain,the tears hitting his face and trailing down his cheeks, hiding the reality ofhis panic. All he could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1879320/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1879317/ What do you remember?Swords at night,A titanic twist of fright,Doughnuts in the dark,How we opened up our hearts. Love. Love is what I remember. I promise I won't forget those times,When we were friends. Are you on your own?Falling in and out of lonely dreams,With cigarettes and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1868455/ Please listen, Brother, Argonaut. I guess I was mistaken, Or was deluded in thought. I thought we could be as we were. This is no story, No characters or made-up lines.Damn the truth and its hidden signs. I must endure,I pick up my pen, No rage, just sorr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1867158/ Lying in a box of plastic, Life so fantastic. Crawling, walking, falling, talking.You go to school,Learn and break every rule.As you grow you cry and change,Your body enlarged, altered so strange. And older still, you break and bleed, Voices crack and burning seed. Aim high,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1867147/ I didn't mean to threaten you-The words just came out wrong.This city reeks of rancid love,Break from this jealous throng. Break free before you're torn apart, Left with a bleeding heart. At least there's blood there, Darling,My rib-cage is empty, Wasted and starving. L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1867141/ Face cold, eyes red,A bucket of blood poured over my head.Drenched in retribution.The inhibitions of a time forgottenThe ambitions of a person, rotten. To the core. He picks up his pen;His ink is his weaponWhich many will die upon.Flick through the thin pages,Read a word or two,See the pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1867126/ Chapter FiveThe rain and stormy weather thathad dominated the sky for several days had transmuted into an eerily calmcurtain of snow. The Ithin Plain which stretched across southern Carloin fromthe border with Garanath in the west to the Mountains of Messathin in the eastwas now covered .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1862355/ Chapter Four Rone paced the hall outside of the intensive careroom. None of what had happened in the past eleven and a half hours had been ofhis making, but he still felt somehow responsible for his current situation. Shinjiappeared from around a corner, clutching a polystyrene cup of coff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1858407/ Chapter ThreeDagon stretched his thin armshigh as he waited on the riverbank. He stood on the side, coated in grass andmuddy skid marks from where people had clumsily clambered out of the darkwaters that ran forever, parallel to the edge of a beautiful field of goldengrass and sparkling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1856720/ Chapter Two In the centre of the fortifiedtown of Paldonia sat what had once been a small villa, once owned by a Lord orKnight of another generation long dead. Over five-hundred years after itsfoundations had been laid, it had been converted into a large headquarters forthe Paladin O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1826099/ Chapter OneThunder reverberated throughoutthe clouds overhead and lightning crackled above. Paladin Mendor Gismackdidn’t stop to look at the sky as it cried dark rain, the tears hitting hisface and trailing down his cheeks, hiding the reality of his panic. All hecould think to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1824205/ [DISCLAIMER: This book contains language unsuitable for young children, scenes of graphic violence and scenes of a sexual nature] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1824201/ Chapter TwoThe Britannian President’sspeech had been unenlightening. Same old, same old. Hector left Number 10gratefully. Oh how my father drones on.The Chief of the Police Peace Brigade scowled, distorting his handsome face. Helooked very little like his aging father, who was now a cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1801270/ I said something.Words I wish I hadn’tI’m crying now, For him.For the boyFor the man.He is my brother,Born from another mother.I am his sister,Fathered by another mister.Blood and bone do not join usSkin, race and creed don’t define us.I was electric,He was static.Static, stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1798707/ Chapter One‘Can anyonetell me what Inek Jakubowski believed to be the catalyst of World War Three?’the Lecturer asked. He was short and American, but he had been in Britannia forso long that his accent had softened and he was often mistaken for a Canadian,to which he took gre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1796200/ The year is 2084. On the outskirts of London, Ryo Yamada stands at the head of an army opposed to the discriminatory, totalitarian government. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1796199/ Another poem about the referendum. This time it's about the aftermath and the hate that is spreading throughout the UK. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1794148/ DISCLAIMER: This is not intended as an insult, this is my personal reaction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1793764/ Caelia returns to her family home in search of sanctuary, but will can her family and friends forgive her for her wrongdoings? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1791364/ Mendor finally pays his brother a visit, and Pippa confronts Caelia over her usage of the Enchiridion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1791362/ I am not Orlando I am not Orlando.Until last yearParentless children disallowed ahomeBecause two fathers or twomothersIsn’t what some book says isright. Who wrote it?Some old man in the sky?No- a human, petty, weak, fatedto die. I am not Orlando... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1790006/ Caelia is missing while Talathin confronts the imposter posing as his sister. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1787977/ [DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature] The Enchiridion has been stolen, but who is the real thief, and why do they want it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1787868/ It's Katsumi's day off and she has a rude awakening to deal with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1787764/ Caelia is called to her father's office only to have a dark secret exposed... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1786898/ Talathin makes it to the hospital, but whether or not he's arrived in time is unknown. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1786774/ Dagon enters the Overworld for the first time in order to find Mendor... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1785092/ Mendor's trying to prove himself and Talathin gets a worrying telegram, nothing terrible can surely be happening? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1784626/ [DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains language unsuitable for children] It's a year after Lucan's death, and politics are changing, only this time it's not in the human world... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1784622/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1784620/ The battle concludes and Isaac confronts his defeated brother... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1783737/ The clash between Isaac's Paladin-Rebel army and Lucan's Goblin Mercenary troops begins... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1783394/ The hour is late, and Talathin waits for morning, sleepless and alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1782963/ The night before the battle is to commence, and the intensity on both sides grows stronger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1782894/ Everyone convenes at Banneth in preparation for the biggest battle yet to occur. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1782182/ I was lost, little and alone,Gender gone, no true homeEyes closed, I keep mute,Time to execute Always silent, A life of violence. Genocide, This quest of mine, Slay the monsters,It’s no crime. I go, go like all the othersBut unlike them, I shall .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1781704/ The battle in the Enku Temple continues... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1781676/ SmokeSmoke rises, A boy cries.Lost and lonely,Lover dies.Time skips, One, two, three, fourFixed heart, Not like before.Wearing white, He holds my hand,Reads my past while I write the future. Gone too fast, Put on your black shirt, I wear my best. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1781574/ Caelia and her subordinates enter the Enku Temple, only to come face to face with both a new and an old advisory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1781565/ Into the caveTell me friends where were you?When I try to refer toThe memories of these few years,You stood and watched me cry the tearsBlack like tar,Red like blood.Lilies on their coffins smelt so sweet Rose petals in the bedroom lay like clouds beneath my feet,And to the magic I retreat,Unab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1781563/ This school was made for youWhispers ring like thick steel drumsWindowed people smile and humBoxed up in a silver cageThe blinged-up schoolboys chant in rageIn their eyes lie petty vicesMonotony''s served at lunch in slicesMoral nihilism reignsEven during playground gamesThe kids slag off the pervy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1781558/ The boy ran as shadows began to fadeAnd disappeared within the shade;The spirit left, The boy stood still,Then knelt at where his father slept; And there alone he lay and wept.Illuminated by the moon, The shadows disappeared too soon,A boy lay still,Eyes wide and blank,As another shad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1781557/ Talathin and Tera arrive at the Estate after an eventful and enlightening journey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kathmandu/1780950/