http://slow.writerscafe.org/CyprianVanDyke The original writings of author Cyprian Van Dyke en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992541 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “Everyone eats and drinks, but few appreciate taste.” Confucius http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2870074/ the dragon wins but he doesn't kill the back prince http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2868979/ My name is Captain Jerome Williams. Eight months ago back on Earth Nasa received a distress call from outer space. Through this received signal some of the most intelligent men and women in Nasa were able to map out the best way to find them. The most gifted people were so called, “privileged .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2868959/ After NASA receives a distress signal from a newly discovered planet they send a bunch of nobodies there to investigate, only to find all the extraterrestrials on the planet dead, but two to explain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2868958/ dream/mutant/prologue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2868871/ a teraphobian breaks up with a therian and now a monster hunts him http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2868869/ Grass grows through the living room floor, like carpet. A filthy tattered sofa sits against the wall under crooked photo frames of forgotten people.  The roof is slowly caving in, its slant shows along the wall. A candlelight on the sturdy corner table keeps the night at bay and the guns in sig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2868859/ a post-apocalyptic India/cyberpunk/survival/romance/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2868858/ Discovery+Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2868166/ Coffee inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2866962/ Temporary post http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2865466/ A message in a bottle told a marooned me a story of a mermaid in the very waters that couldn’t offer thirsty me a drink. This algae-haired, side-faced circled eyed, fish-lipped, big-breasted mermaid longed to have her c**t licked. But no navy sailor nor pirate she ever caught, knew of where to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2864019/ Sunlight ebbs. Gotham lights flow.Right-side up. bats alight to the stalagmite -(((The bat-eared caped-crusader’s white eyes lift to the stalactite.)))- 3D spiraling counter-clockwise to Gotham’s skyline.Peddle to the mettle. Powder blue turboFades like a candle in the city lights below... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2863414/ temporary post http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2857642/ The story of a self-aware honey badger entry into the dystopian city, E-12 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2850858/ A fox becomes self-aware after a near-death experience with a hunter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2850854/ "Art is a lie that makes us realize truth" - Pablo Picasso http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2847898/ You look up at the 1st drop of rainAnd you see they sky is gray,And know the day won’t be the same.But the clock still ticks. & It’s 3 p.m.In her window, in her dress,She paints her face & powders it.She’s all grown up too quick.You wish you could slow her down a bit.But th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2846406/ love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2842551/ Temporary post http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2840302/ I, head to the valley licking the lips of the river.Hearing the wind cumming, I lick faster.Looking up at the nightA solar eclipse looks down into my eyes.Is it just me or is the monsoon coming?I rise from the river,Leaping over the crater,To East to West of Naasa Hablood.I stick around off and on.B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2839046/ Sunrise sets the horizon on fireAt the end of the night;All balloon trees & disco lightsAs suited boys & dressed girls shrink from the fightBetween you & I.While still gathering around for the show of your life..There she stands, sad, holding the tattoo of the dragon’s hand.The pit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2838232/ A Monster that strikes every Monday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2835666/ A monster that only strikes on Mondays http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2835418/ A monster that only strikes on Mondays http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2835416/ A monster that only strikes on Mondays http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2835212/ A monster that only strikes on Mondays http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2835060/ A group of princes journey to save a princess from a dragon's lair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2834760/ Spiderman/Into The Spider-Verse/fanfiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2828342/ Scooby-Doo Mystery Inc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2828051/ A day in the slumber of a dragon changes when a tower mysteriously appears in his lair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2827138/ A man walking a shark on a leash http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2825966/ hmm, it's hard to say. So many things came to mind when I read this poem back to myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2819886/ Lost in the neon as the city turns onShe is the cat that walks alone& only the bat knows where she’s gone.Laced in black, neon bouncing back.Body as curvy as the whip she drags.Puddles reflect as she passes.Eye to eye with a man in a booth.Phone rings as he puts on his suit.Jaw dropped as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2818297/ I’m just a firefighter drowning the dragonFor the Prom Princess in a High schoolHe’s just a candle, a masculine statue of libertyWaiting to catch fire from this assholeHe slays him with the penThe dragon gets angry at the ancient markingsAnd then breathes fire down on himThat’s whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2816030/ A new guest in a hotel gets stuck in an elevator with a married man that likes her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2815025/ Her hair is the ink the wind draws with on the horizon.Her brown eyes blaze in a white eclipse.Her lipstick lifts my spirit; her smile is the sunset.Her skin is Earth & it’s hard to breathe on her mountains.The sun rises in the rain, wet colors paint the city.My sunglasses are Sat & Su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2811994/ Please read part 1 first to understand. Link is below http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2809020/ Fairytale http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2807349/ Discovery+Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2806750/ The moon rises over MysoreCasting light upon the palace.Through the window.Crouched on the floorWith a dagger interred in his clothes.Ptah sneaks to the Maharaj’s throne.Getting an eyeful of…The history on the walls,The Maharaja’s jewels,The ethos of Raa comes through& touches.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2806610/ Eyeing the towerBetween the ears of his horse.Gripping the reins,Prince Shahyar gallops fullforce.Raa stares-still in the window.On seeing this PersianShe jumps up & smiles.He unsheathed his sword& dismounts his horse.The dragon rears up,Flapping his wingsHe hovers over this Persian,Raining .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2806192/ A fairytale:To a prince, the story is ofAdventure & romance.To a princess, the story is ofDepression & loneliness.But to the dragon, the story is ofPower & war.Ptah, tenth son of the Pharaoh,Runs away. Last to the throne.Eyes on India. The jewels of the MaharajaReminds Ptah of his gilded.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2805962/ 3 people, 2 names, 0 answers at the crime scene http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2805062/ a baby can be the worst secret identity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2805061/ A Pirate's Wet DREAM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2804419/ The Earth went around the sunLike a dog around the trackIt finally caught the moonNow it's not running anymore laps http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2803289/ By an ocean on the rocksShe sits and stares into space,(Beaming through the starsLooking forward to answers.)The wind cafunés her hair,And dries her cheeks of tearsAs the new day dawns..Across, to the distant shore,By an ocean on the rocks,He sits and stares into space,(Beaming through the st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2802459/ Sillage is "the degree to which a perfume's fragrance lingers in the air when worn." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2799147/ “Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.” Rumi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CyprianVanDyke/2798773/