http://slow.writerscafe.org/craign1979 The original writings of author Craig en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973860 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm sorry I'm alive...I'm sorry I am anobstruction.I'm always in the way,even when I amout of your way.I'm sorry I have anirritating voice.I'm irritating when Ispeak,even when I don't saya word.I'm sorry I don't do whatis required.I'm useless whenever I do anything,even when I do nothingat all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1752231/ CHAPTER ONE  SOMEWHERE IN THE UNITED STATES...  The light was blinding. More so through the haze of hervision from swollen eyes. Her breathing was labored. Due as much to the drugs coursingthrough her blood as the multiple blows to her ribs. She was bruised t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750399/ Sample of a novel I am trying to get published. It is a spy thriller/mystery revolving around an freelance assassin, a female spy, and a mysterious group of mercenaries who are plotting against them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750391/ View Edit Oh,the kindest smile... Oh,the sweetest voice... Oh,the warmest touch... And oh,the brightest eyes... I seek these,not for comfort,but for guidance. To stir me,and spur me onward. The fairest of thefair,the lovliest of thelovelies... The Godsent grace ofa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750381/ She thinks I sleep... I do,But I slumber lightly,with sleepy,dreamy eyes,I stir awake... To watch her at peace,enthralled in the dreamsof the angels. She thinks I sleep... I do,But my heart beats restless,keeping me awake,a quiet guardian to keep herdesires safe as she slumbers.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750378/ This is our home... This is where we belong. This is where we build our lives, strengthen our love. This is our home... This is where we belong. This is where we build our future, on a foundation of joy. This is our home... This is where our hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750375/             Kenneth Larry Newman        April 29th, 1948 to September 17th, 2013     Obituary: Kenneth Larry Newman was born on April the 29th, 1948 in Jacksboro, Texas. He pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750374/ That look in your eyes... All at once wicked and playful. What are you thinking? What are you planning with that sly smile and twinkling of your eyes? A wink at me, as if I am in on the secret... What is the secret? That look in your eyes... All at o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750369/ My apologies, for I meant no offense. I did not mean to burden you with my presence, which you regard as an annoyance. I humbly beg your pardon for my intrusion, a moment I only took to see if you needed council, or care. Sor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750368/ Sing a song in my ear, sing a song of joy. Sing it sweetly, sing it softly, sing it gently to me. Sing a song in my ear, sing a song of love. Sing it deeply, sing it passionately, sing it breathlessly to me. Sing this song, and I'll si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750366/ She took my heart, and held it gently, promising to hold it close. She took my heart, and held it lovingly, promising never to let it go. She took my heart, and threw it away, breaking a promise she made to me. She took my heart, and n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750365/ Send me to bed, darling. Send me off to dream of loving you. Talk sweetly to me, speak of loving me so I can dream of you. Whisper sweet nothings, just so I may fall asleep and dream upon the lullaby of your voice. Let me sleep as peacefully&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750364/ I've set aside my hopes, my dreams, and put you first. I cater to your every need, and sometimes, your every whim. I dutifully fulfill all those needs, every request, the best I can. But it seems like it's not enough, is it? Somet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750361/ In the glow, the white heaven aura of daylight, her brown curls turn golden, the side-swell of her breast is highlighted. In the glow, the sunbeam cutting through the sheer curtains, sparkle upon her wet lips, like a lake on a sum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750356/ I awoke, in the grayness of dawn, and I was alone, you had gone. I was alone with the memories of deep conversations, deep love making, followed by deep sleep. I awoke, in the grayness of dawn, and I was alone, you had gone. So I shifted my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750355/ Follow the lines, Follow the curves, the hills, the valleys. Follow closely with the eyes, Take note of every nuance, every contour along the way. Follow closely with the heart, Feel every sensation, every desire down the path.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1750353/ The taste of your lips sting me, where it once invigorated me. That sweetness, I thought to be love, has turned sour, spoiling the hint of love. Your kisses have turned cold, bitter, repulsing my heart, poisoning me to the core. Is this what they mea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1749889/ In the early morning,  the scents of nature flaring  my nostrils,  filling my lungs,  I saw an image...  Not quite sure,  but I swore it was an  angel in the meadow.  She was poise upon the  mossy boulder,  upon the brook that whispered  and bab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1749884/ All at once... I feel the feelings thought long dead. All at once... I feel my body thought devoid of sensation. All at once... I feel the desires thought buried away by isolation. All at once... I was a man again, aroused in mind, soul,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1749882/ Absent, is the arching of your foot, a habit of restlessness, that causes your shoe to dangle. Absent, is the far off gaze in your eyes, a habit of daydream, that causes your attention to lapse. Absent, is the twisting and turning of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1749877/ I look into the mirror, and what do I see? A haunted man, and that is me. The dark circled eyes, the gaunt and ghostly face, a haunted man, who cannot wait until he dies. A reflection of all the hurt and pain, a haunted man, who has crumble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1749876/ "This is love" the wind whispers, as it passes through the window, and waves through the curtains. "This is love" so says the wind, in the goosebumps of our bare skin, "This is love" I whisper with the last wind of my breath, dyin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1749875/ A long hard day, sweat and pulled muscles a hard-earned reward the company may keep.   The only worthwhile reason to endure the thankless torture of another long day gone by...   Is coming home to her, eyes bright, lips smiling, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/craign1979/1749874/