http://slow.writerscafe.org/MobOnoble The original writings of author Finn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776343747 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "You've got along journey mate.""Yeah...there's anything you need glen."He shifted over to the red-tinted lever and gave it a good downward pull "Be safe there's been more Cerulean activity than normal."Astine could help himself from keeping a soft smile  "I can't imagine what they do with me.".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1985786/ The unlikely few have many paths to carve. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1937089/ This was edited by Duffy Dreamer'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1934805/ This is a song form Conner youngblood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1932894/          Grace of one.          A grace of two.           When will you stop.            Only when i am through with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1931178/ It was half past nine i was down on mine.Wanderlust had all the thunder dustMy hands were in your sands in thetrappers lands.you've got a hollow souli feel the love is missingthe colors in your eyes issomething I've been wishingWith a burden on my backto cover darkened your tracksI am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1931173/ what is it that tells us ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1930780/ “There will be Eighteen, kin of your kin, with the power of the stars in their swords. They will find a battlefield,and the battle between light and dark will be won. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1930761/ An old song by old folk, who know the dangers but of what i must not say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1927850/ threw eyes of many we seek war,power,love but few are strange few have changed by will of us it will be them who shape the world and the quill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1909154/ just to many poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1865611/ There is a place  were they saylegends growand were the bravelive in days of snow once there was hope still the ruins run deep like roots of a treeno mountain with snow will tower overthe pendulums row  so many  tales of us to many deaths to tak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MobOnoble/1862472/