http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheShadowsWithin The original writings of author TheShadowsWithin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004797 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How many times have Iwalked this trailOf grass and graveland mud?How many times have Iwalked this trailTo catch the faint scentof sweet, sweet hayThe smell that smellsof home?How many times have Iwalked this trailTo remember that I haveno homeNo place I belo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1880476/ Don't exactly know what genre to put this in... so, Fiction! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1873664/ Five hours one minute goneFive hours two minutes goneFive hours three minutes goneScattered to the edges of the universeSo far out of my reachI'm on the bedA puddle of tears beneath meFive hours four minutes goneI should be up up UPBut I can't moveMaybe this glass has gone throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1871231/ When it stops raining, there's still time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1851496/ Someone pressed a knife into the girl’s hand. Her eyesfluttered open, settling on a short, shaking man. His eyes were scared as hebacked away.She gripped the knife like her life depended on it. Shescowled, thinking about all the pain and suffering she’d endured, and the noise. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1846333/ The girl thrashed around against her restraints. Her wristsand ankles were bleeding against the dark material that held her down. Shescreamed against the gag already soaked with saliva and blood from where shebit her tongue. Dr. Johnson could make out some words that slipped through thegirl&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1845984/ It was dark. She couldn't move. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw against the restraints, and a blindfold remained a little too tightly around her eyes. Every few seconds, a cold drop of water fell onto her forehead. She barely felt it, she had grown so used to it, but every little drop made her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1844340/ Gravel crunched under her feet as she walked, and a flock of birds scattered as her boots thudded against the ground. It was quiet, the only sounds the chatter of birds and the dribble of a nearby creek and the gravel crunching under her boots. The girl's body shook with insanity. She clutched a kni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1843463/ This will be somewhere around 50,000 words long... maybe shorter. I might not even finish this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1843461/ **SPOILER ALERT** (for another book I'm writing) This is the original story the character Melanie was in. I started on a novel with quite a bit more detail after writing this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1829696/ I've taken photos ever since I was old enough to know what a camera did. I lovedfreezing time in a piece of thick, smoothpaper. I remember how each water dropletstayed in the air on that paper, how eachblink of an eye would remain forever. Iloved capturing time and space in my own way, bri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1826871/ Chapter one of Melanie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1823224/ Melanie entered Chris' life in a heartbeat. Is a heartbeat all it takes to change it forever? Find this story on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/gme1204 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1823223/ A part of a story I'm writing... There's been a series of murders at Ashley's high school, and Ashley's afraid she might be the next victim. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1817807/ I've walked through fire I've drowned in blood I've been suffocated by my own grief You place a hand on my back"I know how you feel." Do you? I've had spikes of guilt driven through my heart My throat slit with ambition My wrists have bled crimson tears .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1817426/ It was loud, chaos raging around me. I fought my way through the crowd, I was a shadow somehow creeping through the light. The cool metal of my gun pressed through my shirt, bleeding into my back. Around me, screams erupted and guards pushed their way through the crowds. I made out the words, 'shoot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1816862/ Part of an unfinished story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1816171/ Cold, pale fingers, gripping my hand"Can you feel it?" She asks me, her voice an angel'sWords of mine, "I can't."Stupid wordsHer eyes water, glossing over with salty tearsHer head rolls to the sideA last puff of fog from her mouth evaporates into the airThe pain clutches my heart. Harder,Harder.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1815882/ A short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheShadowsWithin/1815577/