http://slow.writerscafe.org/aeconomou9 The original writings of author Aly E en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081191 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A villanelle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aeconomou9/1897474/ This is a story about an old man who is celebrating Dia de los Muertos with his wife. They are mourning the loss of their child, Isabel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aeconomou9/1848454/ emotionless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aeconomou9/1813626/ Her eyes were goldMolten and glowingConstantly changing, shifting, dynamicRich with color and movementThey glowed with the bright light of a new torchThey swam in seas of fire They hypnotizedThey possessedThey struck burning fear into the hearts of her enemiesBurning with passion, igneousShining lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aeconomou9/1790230/ I drift into the roomUnbeknownst to anyonePassing through them, observingI mean no harm, not the way most doI’ve been stuck here for yearsWatching the parties dance aroundYears of parties Generations passing Styles changing Here I am again, watching a party spin around me A new sensation wiggl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aeconomou9/1788113/ Once upon a time, there were three childrenTwo girls and one boyOnce upon a time, they were attackedThe boy was the first to go downOne girl soon followedOne girl was left to saveOnce upon a time, the abyss captured two innocent children It slashed their legs and wristsAnd haunted their dreamsOnce u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aeconomou9/1788111/ It is my birthday Like it is every yearOn March 22edI am turning olderMa' won't tell me how muchAll I know is my birthdayEvery year I get one more giftOne on my first birthdayTwo on my secondThree on my thirdI don't count my giftsI can'tMa' just hands them to meoneby onefrom an old black t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aeconomou9/1736127/ The house is dark and still as he pulls me through it, his parents both at work and his siblings in day care. My eyes flit around, taking in the numerous family pictures on the walls and the scattered toys on the floor of the family room. My mind racing with pounding thoughts, no. This is a horrible.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aeconomou9/1735396/