http://slow.writerscafe.org/abbtolchester The original writings of author Brad Bramble en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776099263 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The rumbling of the chordsdeep within our soulsdrives the stories of our lives,of following our goalsThe music that we never hear,the most beautiful of all,is the never-ending symphonyby which we are enthralled.Every tone's an actionour endeavors, bows that glideevery s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/1138380/ Before me lies a wallmade of heavy stoneA mountain rises where I standdenying me my throneBut even when I feel forsakenstill I know this truth:If channelled be all my mightthis mountain will be moved http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/1138042/ Rest in peace, sweet sisteryou did not die in vainfor when the Empire fallsI will shout your name.“Freyda! Freyda, ‘neath the rock!She fought so bloody well!”But she lost the fight in icy snows,where death oft seems to dwell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/1138041/ Ibn dho-Khali slammed the stone cup down before him. It met the wooden table with a bang. The wine was too cheap, even for him, but Ibn didn’t care. It helped him clear his head. The sun was coming up and the dirty, chalky streets of Khoares Xub were growing noisy. Normally, Ibn might have le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/769923/ A lone prowler in the night,knows no fear.For fear is his world,and darkness his life.The lion is named king,for who is more courageous?None stand taller,when the sun is shining.Times are grim and hard,when snow falls on and on.A beast who revels in the ice,is the only lord.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/735032/ A short poem about the foes we find throughout the journey of life, so foolish and unoriginal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/726336/ Nevermore to be held back,by those who would corrupt the soul.My heart won’t corrode,like the cliffs that crumble into the sea.The silence on my lips is no more,I’ll shatter the air with my cry.More than the moon will hear me howl,when I inhale the mountain air.Up in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/726333/ Oh time,You break my heart and soul,shatter these fragile bones,But love,You burn away the cold,Tear away my cage of stone,Once free,I’ll find my way back home,through all this ice and snow,I’ve seen enough!Seasons galloping,forming their golden ring.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/702145/ I go to my death,my final day.Too long I've waited,Mind's broken, as bonesA graveyard of a soul,heart's hopes are windswept,forgotten, dissipatedLike winter's last frostCadaverous spirit,beaten bloody,forced into the ground,The first retreat, the lastMy will be done,in death as it wasn't in life.Ful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/697587/ Galactic,A shadow above us.The blaze of a single splinterOf frozen starlight.But it’s more than meets the eye. A billion ions.We spark wildly,Never quite together.But it’s more than meets the eye.Satellites in orbit,Revolving around one idea.One thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/686120/ A documentation of the Farangen town of Hoddswaddle and the surrounding county. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/655143/ My darkest poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/655142/ Chapter One Ferrin walked through the field, a cool breeze blowing his sun-bleached hair gently to the side. He cherished the warm glow of the afternoon sun upon his skin and smiled as he saw his young son Terrin running happily towards him, barefooted as always. He embraced the lad and spun him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/655128/ A story from my archive the Loametic Historical Compendium http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbtolchester/654882/