http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lowesy The original writings of author Lowesy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981033 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  As the sun rose over the rooftops, the lightbehind my eyelids was too bright to ignore any further. My body was stiff, myshoulder ached and I had pins and needles in my legs. A cool breeze playedacross my face reminding me of summer. When I opened my eyes however, theclouds were ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/1244786/  By the time I had made it back to Nekauna, thesky was beginning to dim. A lamplighter walked down the street holding a candleon a pole; he lit lampposts and smoked a cigarette as he went, whistling inbetween lights and puffs. The tune echoed off the terraced buildings and thecobble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/1244783/  I never made a habit of going to the warehouseoften, once, maybe twice a month. I hated the place, and yet I was back, twicein a week. The place still stank of Marv. I knocked on the sheet of scrap metaland waited for Dole to answer. “Who is it?” his booming voic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/1244781/ Stones wash up onto the rocky shore. Fingers of foam gentlyfondling toes.Orange skies burning bright ahead. A sun-kissed horizonShining my desire of a future insteadOf reality. Dead inside, broken and crippled A labyrinth holding a candle, surrounded by ocean, without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/1243151/ ‘Shh,’ said Jack, ‘the giant is coming’.As he sat there rocking, listening to the stompingOf the giant’s boots on the carpet floor.The darkness surrounded him, crowded him, bound himLeaving Jack hoping to be and feeling very small.For he was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/1238860/ The wind in a hurricane,The moon on a summer’s night.The sun breaking the horizonAnd dew at first light.She is the earth for trees and fruitEverlasting, ever caring. Forever breaking the tradition ofmood.With a clear sky filled with a vivid arc of shades of hue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/1238008/ Hey! You probably won't believe it but I finally read the piece you sent me :-). I'm really sorry it took me so much time, I know you know I'm busy but still, it took me ages to get to reading it, which is funny because it only took me about an hour now to get through it. But if that consoles yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/977355/ I felt many, many things that dayNot only your fists against my faceBut a heart in never ending spaceHappiness locked in a boxHidden within a maze inside a mazeOf my mind and losing its placeSo it never ever see’s the light of day I can feel it was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/973614/ I’m running up mountains And I’m swimming against the waves, I’m trying to jump to the stars But I can’t underneath these chains. If I could, I would make a deal with the devil,Trade away my soul. Come way down to hislevel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/971070/ ------------C---------------------The next time, you see me-------------------G----I won’t be anything,---------------F-----I will be nothing----------------------G-------Nothing’s gonna change ------------C---------------------The next ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/969632/ I want to live,Live everyday at its fullest.I want to have friends,Who I can laugh and joke with.I want to buildA life that’s meaningful to me.I want to swimIn all of the earth’s wonderful seas.I want to runAcross meadows and the African plains... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/960702/   Hey, so, next up isthose who are treat homeless people like s**t. Let me tell you a story, when Iwas 18 (I think), I was out and about in Cardiff, drinking (obviously, it’s mysecond favourite hobby), I had finished up for the night and attempted to buysome cheesy ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/958151/ “F**k me, it’s cold,” Floppy pulled his knees up to hischest as he lay in his burrow. “Me n*****s could cut glass ‘ere.” His bellypained him slightly and rumbled from a day of eating sprouts. Snowflakes driftedthrough night’s sky outside a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/957205/ The beginning is just; the beginning is right, the constant wailing and constant fight.To discuss the discourse of freedom’s first lightwill take us forever into the damning night. Fidelity must be spoken to thosewho need the warmth of truth’s thick clothes,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/953603/ Another entry... Song lyrics!What has happened to musicians?! Why can’t they writesongs nowadays?!A couple of examples I’ve heard recently are: “Pretty b*****s only can get in my posseYes, my name is Roman, last name is ZolanskiBut no relation to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/951182/ SnowI know a lot of people enjoysnow, but what I don’t get is how people can wet themselves with excitementwhen the prospect of snow arises. It’s basically frozen rain. Nobody goes rummagingthrough their freezer for some ice to throw at each other, so why is snow anydiffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/950161/ Next on my list... Prudes duringsex Now, this doesn’t apply toeveryone, obviously, a good passionate night together can be the most beautifuland natural experience that just feels right, especially when you’re withsomeone that you care about deeply.I want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/950144/ So, first on my list is... R’n’BNow, I don’t have a problem withpeople having their different tastes in music, each to their own, right? But Ijust don’t get the point of R’n’B, what is the concept? Nowadays it seems likeeverybody has to have sex whil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/950122/ So, I find I have a lot of rants about certain things. This is just a bit of fun, no offence intended, if you agree, say so, if you don't, say so also. As I said, it's a bit of fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/950119/  The night air isquiet and still, the sky is blanket of stars with a silver moon watching thesleeping world below. I am standing next to a fountain, a magnificent andbeautiful water feature spraying waters of different colour through posedsculptures. The light spray of the waters li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/947814/  My back was sore after a restless night spenton Lowri’s floor. We were walking to Black Cross with me rubbing my neck andsmoking my pipe. Lowri was asking all sorts of questions, why was the Jűrworking for someone in the Seren? What was the importance of the diary? And wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/947324/  The streets were quiet, they were cold anddamp. The flicker of flames in glass cases on long steel posts lit up the mainwalkway as much as it could, the moon lit up the rest. The stones on the groundin front of me appeared black under the thin veil of water that gave them ashiny gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/946862/ Chapter 5  PrinceKai made his way to the Royal Cemetery; he tied his horse to a post and enteredthrough the looming iron gates. He walked past the tombstones and tombs, eachwith a name and date and some with a description of man or woman with a royalconnection. The sky .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945942/ Chapter 4  Eidoonce again walked through the woods from picking her apples. The cool breezewhirled around her and blew her dress around her ankles. The sun broke throughthe canopy and onto her soft hair. She reached her father’s cottage and openedthe door.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945938/ Chapter 3  Eido walked through thewood; the skies were covered by dense trees. The light shone through the leavesgiving the ceiling a bright green colour. Her bare feet crunched the branchesbelow; her white dress blew in the gentle breeze. Her light brown hair felldown .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945937/ Chapter 2  Robinrode away from the danger, away from the woods and trees that stretched faracross the landscape, the howls of the wolves behind called for his blood. His whitehorse was pushed faster, by both the howls and the heels dug into its sides.The emerald green r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945935/ Chapter 1  Imagineyou are a raven side by side with another, both black as night, flying throughthe red skies of the world, the wind whipping through your talons; your sharpeyes brace the cold wind. Streaking over dense green trees and rivers and streamsthat flow into t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945934/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945932/ Chapter 4: The Divine Soldier?  The door squeaked open, and Huum stepped in.Nine sat up from the pile of straw he called a bed; he tucked his knees up tohis chest and leant against the cave wall. Huum didn’t speak for a few seconds; he pacedfrom side to sid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945930/ Chapter 3: Six  Huum had arrived at Nine’s cave; he called forhis number to follow him through the warrens and Nine obeyed. Phase three was treacherousto anybody; it was the next step for someone as talented as Nine. They turned a corner and the channel becam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945928/ Chapter 2: Tutorial  Nine’s fights with the other children weren’tanything unusual, though over the months he had been facing children bigger andolder than himself. He thought that Huum was testing him, pitting him againststronger children to see how good he r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945927/ Chapter 1: Five Years Before  “Nine, come with me.” Nine was what they called him, for the boy hadno name. Nine stood up, he did as he was told and followed the priest standingjust outside his cage. The priest opened the cage door and allowed the boy to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945924/ Introduction  Rueben sat on the ridge of Green Bay. His legsfolded as he picked the grass and smudged the green stems into his rough palm. Rah’ssunlight faded over his face as his fiery eye closed and Noctra’s Night beganto consume the ocean’s tide. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945923/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945922/ Chapter 4:Lowena ‘Year twenty-three: Day fifty-two. No sign ofthe Next. My search has taken me far and wide, from the cliff tops of QuayMountains, to the desert of the Rah, the Forest of Ferrell to the Islands ofWitmore’s Way. There have been rumours and whispe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945921/ Chapter 3:Distant Memory   Jonahlay on his thin mattress. The mattress lay on a wicker weave, stretched acrossa steel frame which sat upon four small, foot high poles. The small bed madefor one, would shift slightly according to the temper of the sea. And of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945919/ Chapter 2:Jonah’s Responsibility   Cyruswalked to the edge of the Ono Forest, the trees were dense. The sunlightstrained through little holes in the canopy here and there, allowing smallstreams of sunlight through to the leaves and debris that covered t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945918/ Chapter 1:The Plan  Cyruscrouched in the tall grass, the gazelle in front of his eyes grazed silentlyoblivious to the hunter’s presence. Cyrus held his spear tight, his footlightly pressed in the hard dirt, small stones and dead grass got caught upbetween his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945916/ Introduction:Martyr  ‘Ahowl screamed in the distance, the moon was blocked by the black clouds thatblanketed the night’s sky. The water fell from the blackness and the windwhipped and lashed the rain onto the faces of the people; men, women, childrenstoo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945915/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/945914/ During my time I have seen many things that may shock you.I have heard ridicule and laughter, at the expense of myfather,When the cackling of witches surrounded their pot of brew.I have saved my mother, from a drunken f****rMost of which I do not wish to tell you.I have see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/943546/  I scrambled to sit up. My head was still lightand a slight, sickening feeling swirled in my stomach. My hands and armstingled slightly as I attempted to put weight on them with a sharp, sudden painin my right shoulder reminding me I had been stabbed. I looked down a bandagehad been.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/940731/ Unfortunately, the thought of you crossed my mindImages and colours crash and exploded from timeThe best of which brings tears to my eyesThey make tracks which display our demiseThe painting of my face when I see your smileAt that moment in time I could run a mileBut that image is but a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/939101/ CHAPTER 6 The air was cool without a breeze. A dark blanket had been draped over my eyes with stars twinkling in the distance. The floor was solid although I couldn’t see what I was standing on; I looked down to the mist that had gathered at my feet when I noticed something. I was illum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/899484/ CHAPTER 5 I found my Mouse, the small blond haired boy. I told him to keep an eye out for Little Rich and listen for any rumours that may be floating around about Don. The weather had taken a change from yesterday, light rain began to fall, so light in fact that the strong wind was abl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/886493/ Lay your head down next to meBreathe in my smoke ‘cause it’s full of greenLet’s float up to the starsWay up next to Mars.Wrap your fingertips,Around the surface,And hang on for dear life.  Let me become your wingsLet me take you with meWe won’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/883461/ Run away with me,Say you’ll stay with me.Don’t look back,Don’t turn around.If you stopYour feetWill get stuck in the ground.It will pull you in,Quicker than quicksand.Keep on runningOr you will never be found. Can we make it?Escape from this?Build o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/847731/ They sayThe job of the wingman is to jump on the grenadeIs to take the hit for the player to playTo take the uggo awaySo the hottie will stay They sayThe job of the wingman is to sayWhatever the girl wants to hear about the best mateTo lie all the waySo the girl will sit on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/829969/ If I could write you words,Make pretty patternsWith their, loops and swirlsAnd lyrical fashions If I could play to the heavensAnd sing a songPluck a tune on my UkeAnd have you sing along If you came from the skyLanded right next to meI would sing your namePlay you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/829968/ I wanna take you through a story I heard,About a man who once lost the worldHe gave up on the concept of lifeAnd life itself,He was devastated about losing his wifeAnd her death. Once upon a time a plane took this man,All the way from Ireland to Afghanistan.He took his wife al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lowesy/829965/