http://slow.writerscafe.org/path4334 The original writings of author path4334 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111532 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   Books littered the floor, pages torn,left laying on their faces, wide open. The room was dim, a candle saton a desk, standing within the solitary confinement of shadows. Oneindividual sat at the desk, his back facing the front of his bed. It was midnight... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/path4334/1775708/ The story of a general and his sacrifice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/path4334/1775707/   He gave a sigh as he wiped thecobwebs out of his eyes. Sighing and grunting all the way out of hisbed and out of the house. Sun-rays would beam into his face withpride. He gave a curse as he teeter-tottered over the edge of hisporch, the sun blinding him. A rising sun could be consid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/path4334/1768088/ -The Blacksmiths Misadventures - Thewindowsill made itself seen on the all-white walls. His curtains werespread open. From side to side, the burgundy drapes fell upon thewooden windowsill. He built it from scratch. Between the windowsilland the bed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/path4334/1768086/ The misadventures of a Blacksmith http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/path4334/1761815/ A poem I wrote years ago..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/path4334/1749819/ My first one shot. It's about a Blacksmith and his daily adventures http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/path4334/1749542/