http://slow.writerscafe.org/DanseMacabre The original writings of author Danse Macabre en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776224538 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 'Theodore Levine was out one night celebrating his 20th year at his company, when he received a phone call from an anonymous number, he answered and said 'Yes?'on the other line in a deep mumble spoke 'I spy a bloodied guy' and the line went dead, the events that followed were to be considered birth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanseMacabre/634004/ It was an almost ordinary day as I looked towards the sky I saw nothing but grim grey darkness.. "s**t!" I exclaimed to myself; i'm sick of this weather, is it ever going to change? my name is Victor Van-Hugh and i'm just an ordinary citizen with a not so ordinary imagination, I sometimes think up d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanseMacabre/633829/ Martyr oh martyr how you crucified my soul, you whip and you cackle with the evilest of grins.Torn up my feelings with that rusty spear and instill me with this sense of fear, it shreds at my flesh in the most metaphorical of ways a scar that will never heal, feed me your words of hatred and despair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanseMacabre/633802/ Awoken with a grim look upon his sleepless cadaver, with six feet of dirt between him and freedom, befriending insects through these lonesome times, he was punished and crucified for these horrid crimes, hunger for flesh and blood tonight... with anger in his eyes and the thrill for a fight, flesh i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanseMacabre/633171/ I beg you for your touch against my skin tonight, I am in need of your lips pressed gently against mine, I cry when they depart from me, and I die a little when you cry for me, I wait patiently for the day to hold you again, to grasp you in my arms till the end, you're mine and no one will hurt you,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanseMacabre/632559/ You hurt and you cry and you wish you could die, don't shed a tear the care I give to you in which you cannot deny my lips touch your cheek as I hear a silenced squeak, how cute it is indeed, you feel hurt, dejected, used, abused, and tossed away.. do not fret my dear for I am here to pick you up fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanseMacabre/632558/ Title is all the description needed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanseMacabre/632556/