http://slow.writerscafe.org/fuzzyfaiza The original writings of author fuzzyfaiza en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038578 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The night slowly crept behind the bosom of the trees, silently whisked itself into the sullen black fall and eventually masked itself into the narrow pathways that led the young girl to her unexpected death. Her death. All of which was carefully timed, carefully anticipated, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fuzzyfaiza/765997/ I can't remember exactly what drew me to her...but I can try. All I seem to remember was the blaring music in the club, the glass of vodka, and a teasing tongue. Then it was a blur. A complete and utter blur.  A mass contortion of events which I cannot recall to memory. But I know this of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fuzzyfaiza/654835/