http://slow.writerscafe.org/CarrieAnn71 The original writings of author Carrie Ann G en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072711 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On September 11th, everything changed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1956841/ What would be left when all is lost? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1956839/ One-liner story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1898649/ One-liner story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1898648/ One-liner story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1898647/ One-liner story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1898646/ A one-liner story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1898645/ First published with Piker Press http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1846857/ First published with Piker Press http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1838311/ First published with Piker Press http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1838307/ First published with Piker Press http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1838305/ First published with Piker Press http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1838058/ First published with PIker Press http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1838054/ First published with Piker Press http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1838053/ First published with Piker Press http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1838036/ Tomorrow Falls is an apocalyptic horror/supernatural story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1838034/ long after that achein my heart abatesaway the blue birdflies its song remindsme of the one nowlost in the heavens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1821212/ Darkness is my constant companioneverything before me veiledStumbling I cannot find my paththe way is shroudedUncertainty fills my futurewhich path to choose?Dreams seem just beyond my reachWhat is the point of even tryingwhen darkness is all that awaits me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1815462/ Blue moon shines down lowwhere the shimmering glaze of snow-hides the souls of the landWhispers fill the white wildernesswhere each shadow weeps of emptiness-but the ground brims with muted spiritsThe sky explodes with streaks of radiant lightand bare trees sparkle with great might-a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1813654/ Heart is the bridge to one’s soul, break it in pieces and it will strand you, immerse you with unspeakable loneliness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1807059/ Once, there was a girl who lived in my neighborhoodShe was a pale and skinny girl, not much to look atHer mother died when she was an infant, and her father fell in love with boozeShe would go to high school in clothes that were well worn at bestShe had no friends, and was taunted and abus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1806076/ Those angelic blueeyes in search of the womanhe thought he marriedonly to be leftunder the frigid head-stoneunvisited fortwenty-some regrettableyears-is it too lateto say that “I am sorry?” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1805793/ Essay first appeared in Why We Write section of 1888 Center web site on July 11, 2016. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1805790/ As a writer, I have a thing for zombies; stories about man’s hopeless plight against the flesh-hungry once-humans only to succumb (to the virus or become food) themselves. Other stories like The Road, John Carpenter’s The Thing, or even Final Destination where humans battle (whethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1805735/ wet and salty theyhold my sorrows and mem’ries’till we meet on that white shore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieAnn71/1805729/