http://slow.writerscafe.org/Madeleine0804 The original writings of author Maddi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026849 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 wordswere something we never used to struggle withwe'd talk for hours each moment passing both slow and fastas words would drop like rain and a thousand messages would be deliveredin an instantwords held so much feeling and thoughtwe'd egg each other on to stay just for five more minutesbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/2051208/ A long while ago,Us lovers laid in the shadow of a hazel,Watching out at the sunset.I remember, it was as though the world had been steepedIn gold; the sun had knelt gracefully at the horizon, pushing and pullingAt fields of precious wheat and barley, that rippled like silk in the wind. Us love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/2044454/ Supple branches splash;Wet pebbles glint;Long lines of willowsThrust their nets ofBunting into the glassy stream.Leaves cascade,Falling, tumbling,Turning to sailboats.A little fleet of silver-greenDrifts awayDown, down the river.We try to follow, but the willowsHold us down.Helpless, we watch throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/2039774/ The rope is strung high,Coiled and tight like a jack in the boxReady to strike.The ground is far away below;A distant fantasy that lures and enticesThe inexperienced tightrope walker.An inexperienced tightrope walker is intoxicatedBy the shudders and shivers of the rope,Enticed by the gentle dusting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/2039771/ In classroom 2B,There sits an empty chair.It's at the back of the classroom, hiddenIn plain sight, behind nooks and crannies.The children in the class ignore the empty chair,Get on with their trigonometry worksheets, butNot hurriedly. Math is the perfect time for idle chit-chat.The teacher saunters .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1896653/ In the moment before I'd been so calmBut just now, words had spilled like water boiling overAnd I couldn't deal with it anymore.At first, it was just anger.Like leaving food out for the strays, thenThey slowly move into your house. Just like her.Soon, she was growing. From temperamentalTantrums to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1895804/ Back in the days,When the sun would stickFeverishly in the pink air,And we'd run down never-ending countryLanes. Our backs to the darkness.Back in the days,When the fabric would rustle and sway,And the heat, like a net, would buzzRound our homes and we'd sit poisedIn the shade, fanning.Back in the d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1885131/ I just felt like making something. _('.')_/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1875153/ Once, along time ago, there was a little girl who loved the outdoors. She climbed trees, tended plants and animals, hiked up mountains, ran down valleys and swam in the little silver creek behind her house nearly every single day. Jeanine needed nature as much as nature needed her, and was entirely .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1866945/ See that girl standing over there?With the flowing gown of MidnightBlue, and skin as pale as snow in moonlight.In the chilly, winter breeze,Her cheeks are flushed with seeming ease.See that girl standing over there?With a contagious laugh and wonky smile,A face lit up with celebration.Her eyes are o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1863964/ This is just for my English lit assessment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1857714/ Based on a true experience...sort of http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1853807/ Two days earlierTobirama leaned over the girl and replaced the damp cloth on her forehead with another, slightly less grubby cloth. The girl had caught a fever and was pretty sick, luckily she had Niko, who was keeping her alive when it came to food. The things Niko had told Tobirama had kind of gon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1852410/ "Ow. Ow. Ow!" Hisanna hissed as Keito pressed a cold cloth to the swelling lump on the side of her face. Both girls where sitting on the floor of the room Hisanna was sharing with Tobirama."You're very lucky. She could've frozen you." Keito muttered, pressing the damp cloth especially vigorously to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1852407/ Hisanna hissed as she pricked her finger on one of the needles. Again. A large bead of navy blue blood dripped off the tip of her finger and splattered onto the ground. She always had been useless at crafts. Toku had made her relate clothes instead of risk messing up the weaving but to be honest, ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1852406/ Itama dashed towards the purple speck and was shortly followed by his brothers, Tobirama and Hashirama. "Hey look!" Itama shouted. "Its a girl!" Hashirama and Tobirama looked at each other uneasily. Women soldiers were extremely uncommon but when they occasionally appeared, it was because either pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1852101/ The rain fell in a fine silvery mist, moonlight streaking through like glimmers of hope in a world of darkness. One ray fell on a young boy running as if his life depended on it, which in a way, it did. he was pursued by four tall men in black garb. They had just slaughtered everyone else in hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1852100/ Description in Note for viewers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1852099/ Hush my little angel child...Listen to the falling blood,Sing with praise to those who love.Feel their power fill you up.Let the swirling tendrils smoke,Let the power of the chosen flow.Hear the cheers of those who love,Let their hands project your voice.Even if your power fades away..Their love wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1842304/ In the spirit of Halloween I wrote this short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1836126/ The sky is gloomy but she is not.She dances from place to place.A bright zap of blue, white, purple.She dances with light feet,Here there and everywhere.For she is my lightning girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1834126/ In the dead of night,When the bull-frogs croak,The owls hoot gently,And the cats miaow. The wind whispers among autumn leaves,The moon shines, cold, unlovingly.A frosty breath over the tumbling downs,Away they run, making no sound.Life for them is dangerous here,Everyday they quake in fear.To be sen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1833666/ Rain.Is just the sky crying.For mother nature is so sad,Not for us,But because of us.She wails in agony,At the funeral of all the forests,Dissipating into the air,Thick with carbon dioxide,She chokes on her tears.She remembers each and every animal,Some cruelly tested on, for our own achievements,So.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1825076/ The starlight breaks the sky into a thousand shards,Each one more shiny than before,Slivers of glassy light rain into the garden,Cushioned by tranquil shadows.The garden is steeped in darkness.But in the bright star light,The Shadow still looks up and smiles,And tells herself the wonderful stories,T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1821768/ Right now: Birds flutter in the trees. Wind bursts in gauzy gusts, To tumble leaves, In the gentle breeze Children are playing in a park. Water from fountains splash about, A gentle song sings To praise the arrival of the icecream King. In this momen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1819538/ Step along the soggy, muddy path,And listen to the trees.Hear their songs in the wind,Hear their wish-a-wash in the breeze.See the damp, green leaves,Basking in the mist.See the rain trickle through the canopies.Now listen close,Turn your head in the wind.Can you hear them?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1819172/ The girl stepped across the cracked path,Around parched trees.Her soft footfalls upon the soft sand,That made up the remains of Central Park.She hummed a tune through an oxygen mask,Her fingers pattering across an old shopping trolley,Like it was a Xylophone.She arrived at her destination.A metal cu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1812187/ The wind whistles the snow over icy peaks.Rocks, unyielding and cold are glazed with frostAnd the person is just a speck on the mountain.His parka is mottled with misty frost,His mittens worn and thin.He clambers a frozen, rocky ridge.There is a nook in the mountain,Where many mountai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1811458/ The Lady of the Lake was an interesting story. She was the Queen of Avalon, a place of ethereal palaces and marble pinnacles that glinted like wet seal skin. Her green hair could be mistaken for the kelp that dragged many a unexperienced druid to their murky deaths  But Carmen di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1809204/ Filbery Hall was haunted,A poltergeist lurked in the halls.She screeched and she screamed,And she floated around.But no one could hear her,Not a peep, not a sound.So she messed with heir heads,She moved things about,They'd never see her, not at all.But smashed mirrors, windows and the like,Made peop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1808339/ This poem is an ode to my mother's friend, who I never have met, and never will. He committed suicide shortly after realizing his medication for schizophrenia was not going stop a psychotic episode. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1804725/ She walked along the sand, water lapping against her ankles. The water was like a pane of glass, reflecting the bright red moon. Blossom floated down gently, illuminated like drops of blood. The water was darkening, thickening. Phantom faces glared at her through the water, phantom hands clawed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1801729/ The day flew by so quickly, Lysanda didn't realize how close to making the decision she was. With the Lady Laile business, all the servants where swept off their feet trying to appease the pompous peacock. Lysanda walked down the servants stairs with her pail of water and cloth, remembering her enco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1801482/ These poems do not belong to me, but they belongs to Spike Milligan. I feel like posting this on here because Spike Milligan was an amazing person, and he still lives on with us now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1801210/ Tears,Heavy with blood,Ebb away their mentalityFifty thousand marching men move.Across a wasteland of ice and corpses.Love is gone in this barren heath.Love is essential to repair your mind.Everyone depends on you to protect.No one is unsafe because of you.Soliloquys sad and deep and meaningful,&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1799219/ Lysanda hurried along the servants passage, opening the door that led into the dining room. She slid into the room and stood beside another servant next to the ornate fire place, head bowed. The mistress stormed into the room, Finnian and his younger brother, Sebastian, sauntering along in her wake... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1799190/ Lysanda picked up the duster from her collection of items and began to clean the windows of the drawing room. Thinking about the decision she would have to make, she let out a sigh. She thought about her previous life, before she had become a grotesque. Nobody tended to remember their past lives; th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1798618/ Moonlight glinted off the silver plain of water like dew on a frosty, autumnal morning. The water rippled rhythmically, as if breathing. One ray of moonlight reflected off Lysanda's snowy curls. Her head bobbed up and down as she walked, along the uneven path that separated the two famous dykes. She.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1797937/ Lysanda is an outcast; always shunned by a prejudice society. But with powerful shadows moving, the outcasts are all the prejudice society can rely on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1797924/ Water seeps over crags,Iridescent bridal veils,Murmur in the breeze.Clouds drift so gently,Billowing; forming pictures.Endless spirals float.Deep, dark and strong roots,Hold up the Earth so tightly.We devour her fruit.A natural blaze,Smokes, singes, with a yellow tongue.A bright inferno.They are fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1797717/ Inside my head,The world is a vibrant place.Coloured, crazed spirals;Spin out of control.An octopus opens a door,A different colour for each tentacle.He walks upside down,Along the wall.One little fish swims out of a painting,And a mermaid combs her long, kelpish hair.A kite flies down,And rocks sin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1796186/ As she flies through the skies,Her wings are flames, her heart is tight,With raw, burning passionThe strong wing beats,Fan a spark,Into an inferno.She launches away from the ground,A shock wave launching up behind her.A blast of sound.A blast of heat,A blast of energy.She circles the city,The countr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1794729/ Pebbles like round eggs,Glint like seal's fur,On the river bed.Trout squirm among seaweed,The pebbles are anchors.A life line of the Yare.The current turns the pebbles over,Makes them flow over rocky crags;Round meanders they tumble.They tumble and turn over and over;Till they're nothing more than g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1794063/ She sat on her bed,Her head in her hands.Eyes bloodshot and tired,Looked at the small clock.4:47Only three hours till sunrise.That's what she hated about winter.Not the cold,Not that the earth seemed dead.But that the darkness came out to play,For so long.The light above flickered.It was a utilitari.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1792567/ The vanity sits on her dresser.Sunlight sparkling, iridescent rays;Glimmering, glittering rays of hope.Reflect around the room.She looks into her vanity,Her glossy curls of vibrant red,Glow like claret wine.Her deep hazel eyes,Lined with dark pencil.Her bright smile, teeth glintingLike tiny pearls.H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1792153/ The eyes, the eyes, the eye;They glint with evil vehemence.Slivers of sapphire, emerald,rubies ,diamond.Trophies that the soul catcher collects,Hung upon the yonder wall.His own eyes gouged out,His soul is black and dead like The blackness of his eyes.The soul catcher laughsAnd pulls a woman's eyes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1790787/ I followed you into every battle.You said I was your beautiful muse,Your inspirational, flaming phoenix.But true strength failed you.You took your fountain pen.And you wrote over the real me.With your red ink and your blue ink and your black ink,Your calligraphy swept over my mind.You left your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1788974/ Snow fell from the sky,Collected in clumps,Like busy bees surrounding their queen.Her ice cold skin,Her frost-glazed eyes glinted likeShards of ice.Her fingers, blackened from frostbite.Twisted, turned in anger.They left her here,To die.The howling blizzard echoes off the icy chasms ofFinland.Echoes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1787260/ The trees where green, the sky was blue. The deer scattered. The inferno licked its lips and devoured the forest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1785967/ For the Pandora's Box of Horrors contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeleine0804/1784815/