http://slow.writerscafe.org/SariaLon The original writings of author Saria Lon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986584 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I felt that same warmth years ago,saying bye before a storm,wrapped around my walled up bones;a softened tightness in his form.Droplets spilling from my mind -silver, like a splintered mirror -at times they spill from my thighs, too,and eyes, when she is where he’s near.It’s not a feelin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/2964710/ The ethereal fog hovered on the hill, moisture seeping from its shroud,not rain, just a cloud -in between the bay and sky, we were,with paths of wildflowers,like drops of purple dye, coloring in the linesWe saw a heart in a rock, like my soft tonesfrom an unknown placestruggling to escape my bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/2041519/ image: https://cricketdiane.wordpress.com/2008/03/10/195/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1932736/ Chapter 8: RedThe grass-covered ground danced lightly in the gentle wind. There was no clear cut trail now. Huntress and Champ walked surely and steadily, and swung their heads playfully. Crows and bluebirds flew friskily overhead. The sky was grey blue, matching the sea below. It wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1882428/ The faeries dance like snowflakes in December, gently gliding through the winter frost -finally not having to rememberall the lovely treasures they have lost.August made a promise to the pixies,that love would shine like crystals in the sky -or sunlight peaking through the shady oak treesinviti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1859767/ Chapter 7: Brown Panic swirled out of his breath.With his knees huddled close to his chest, he whispered, “Not again, not again…”No one else was awake. Rowan felt alone as he fought tirelessly with his mind. Black night-time silhouettes - trees that looked like they were cast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1810975/ Chapter 6: Purple Rowan’s body swayed to the rhythm of Huntresses’ steady gate, their horses clopping hooves the only echoing sound in the cave. Hawthorn was tired from asking Donnelley questions about the Otherworld, in which Donnelley had responded mostly with vague, cryptic answe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1805090/ From my book, Rowan's Rising Journey. Thera's prophecy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1803761/ Chapter 5: BlackThe pathway wound higher up the green hills like a fossilized snake. The sun was lowering in the west behind them, melting pink swirls into the darkening clouds. A pair of white Highland ponies danced together in the distance, like ghosts celebrating their short return to this life.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1799948/ A reflection on lost lovers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1797055/ A natural look at hopeful depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1797024/ Chapter 4: Green“You haven’t seen her at all?”Maylin’s mother, Hu, shook her head, her long lashes fluttering like black spider legs against her pale skin. She was tall and carried herself elegantly, much like her daughter. Her hair was long and dark but lacke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1797009/ Chapter 3: OrangeThe loud melodic music began to fade, as did Rowan’s wild dancing. The dancing had tired him out a good deal. He wiped off some sweat from his forehead and collapsed onto the ground. A wisp of willow tree leaves tickled his head. He let out a giggle for a brief moment and adju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1797004/ Chapter 2: GreyMaylin awoke to Rowan violently head banging. His wild brown hair whipped back and forth like fire.“What on earth-““The music won’t leave! The music won’t leave!” Rowan cried.“What music?!”“You don’t hear it?!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1796993/ Chapter 1: YellowRowan Grant and Maylin Yang lay under the willow tree next to the duck pond. The grassy meadow glistened with dew from the night before. Bumblebees danced along beds of lavender bush and marigolds. The lush moorlands were expansive, stretching a good distance to Maylin’s hou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1796964/ A boy and his brother embark on a journey through the moorlands in search of their lost friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariaLon/1796939/