http://slow.writerscafe.org/WeTheWriters The original writings of author Carmel Kirk en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981050 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Car crashes have lost their thrill I just need to feelGive me something realTossing, turning pages in the corners of my mind A symphony of echoes Scattered, left behind Everybody dies(No one)Makes it out aliveOne foot in the graveCircling the drainNow I'm calling from the oth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/3123153/ Set me freeFrom this beastBloody knees My dark releaseI tried to take the high roadAll lanes were closedNail me on the crossNail me on the crossNail me on the crossNail me...on the...CROSS!You wanted it?You got itI've died so many times Ive lost *track**Marks* .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/3057086/ Every time I close my eyesThe only thing I seeIs endless flames Let's watch Let's watch itLet's watchLet's watch it BURN Let's watch Let's watch itLet's watchLet's watch it BURNSatellites crashing Signals all lostFire rains down from the skyAs Above, so below Ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/3057084/ From the depths of unrest Demons CrestUnholy manifest Dragons breathA serpents tongue Hum along to the Pipers song I, I ran so longI saw it going down I watched you drownThey dropped an anchor You're going under now(Going under)Acquiesce At my behestNothing left.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/3057083/ Through broken years that I wasted Blood, sweat, and tears that I've tasted Deep wounds and old scars have fadedNow there's room for MORE!15 minutes, you're famous.Trigger finger tied to the pulseBlack tide eats through the pavement The rot is bleeding THROUGH..YOU'RE FAMOUS A .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2987516/ Writing Notes:Focus on The Aftermath, Back to Back, Break A Leg, The Tunnels"Twirlers" name for a local high schoolI've been waiting all along Looking for a signSomething to guideUnited assimilation of hatred Inability to grasp Inevitability NullificationIn The Afte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2955141/ 1.) THE GRAVEDIGGER: A tour of the cemetery from your friendly local caretaker. (The Gravedigger is a serial killer. He takes 4 road trips per year and collects his victims. He stores them in an underground freezer he built. He waits until there's a funeral, until he digs a grave--to get rid of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2954461/ I think I'm ready for WAR!!! 1984The same chains that SHACKLEDAre the same ones you'll strangle onIron chains, once forged in fearNow clamp your neck, your end draws near!The war machine keeps turning.The war machine keeps RAGING ONRise up and RESIST!Get up from your KNEES!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2948990/ Tear the sky, as above.Sinking stones, falling upVapour trails, celestial dust.Like a Phoenix rising upThe universe is weeping The multiverse is singing Oblivion lost, so below.Auroras dazzling showGalaxies shrink, then growDark matter crescendo Apparitions trace with neon gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2946566/ The more I try,the more I lie.F**K IT!I'll throw it all away.predestined price to pay.Leave nothing left to wakeCallous mockery of fateA game left to chance...So let's F*****g raise the STAKES! A chorus of snakesPoisonous saviors Off with their headsTheir hearts in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2945989/ Forever, forever.I'm chained to these endeavors. Whenever, wherever. I'm down for.. whateverThen suddenly, emphatically. I found myself alive for the first.I'm clever, I'm clever. Whenever I talk weather. Whatever I weather, I wear it on my sweater.Then suddenly, incredibly I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2945983/ The fat a*s has been watching her for 2 hours now. 1 hour and 55 minutes, actually. She was sitting in the park, audiobook blasting away in her ears."One bright day in the middle of the nightTwo dead boys got up to fightBack to Back they faced each other Pulled out their knives and shot ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2940653/ We've painted this canvass, now we wipe our brushes clean.We've grown so much,yet we still know nothing.Am I the only one sees the beauty inside you?Freeze frame this time we've shared. A toast to your ghost.Staring into your haunted eyes,offers a reflection of myself.Togethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2939045/ NOTESTHE AFTERMATH: There a subtle seeds planted in The Aftermath. "Left Hand Fork" Collick takes a left toward the wrong way, instead of a right. The 'Mayonnaise' line: Mayonnaise 5 cops up a' road. When The Narrator finially makes it back, there's 5 cop cars there(not to mention the ambulances.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2937727/ Death: With that one single word, a whole litany of thoughts, emotions, and feelings are evoked; a split-second cyclone of phenomenal force. What is the first thing that hits you? For some, the utterances of death conjure up a vivid shadow clad specter, armed with his signature scythe and cloak. A f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2937343/ "Always room for one more"Hi ya there folks. Name's Duncan, Chip Duncan. I'm the grounds keeper here at Sterling Cemetery. 3 generations now, the Duncans' have maintained this plot of land. It's an honor. Maybe not the job for everyone, but it's honest; decent. I take care of the grounds, ke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2936612/ Forever, forever; I'm tied to this endeavor.Then suddenly, invariably, I found myself alive, for the firs time. A a long line of setbacks and letdown.I'm clever, I'm clever. Whenever I talk weather. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2936376/ (Note: The Comedian aka Al comes to on stage. Confused and disoriented, reflex takes over. He begins trying to win the crowd over, but it falls flat. Finially he says something like "My God you people act like you're at my grandfathers funeral." Oddly enough, this gets a couple laughs. "Yeah, tell u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2935800/ We never heard them We never saw themI met this young girl, she was only 13Caught up in the haze living marijuana dreamsLonely at home, finding comfort on the street Exploited by the vultures on the hunt for fresh meatWe never saw them..Pops locked up, looking at life Left a st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2935480/ Skylines, high rise; it's my disguise. ContemplateYour eyes, these lies; purple skiesCalculate In scripted lines, resides; my demise. ReverberateI want you to know...I want you to know...Everything golden turns to rustDig through the void, fill it with lustThis night, hinds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2935466/ The AM: cop scene http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2934956/ (NOTE FOR AI: This is a work in progress. In The Aftermath, Collick offers the narrator a ride home. Instead of turning right when leaving the gas station--toward home, he makes a left. Takes them all the way to the top of a mountain. Just a little tiny 4-wheeler path. Collick goes into a meth induc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2934750/ Every time I close my eyes. The only thing I see is your eyes staring back. Every lie I ever told, magnified; at least inside my mind. I confess, I'm still a mess; I'm powerless. Can't find a way out. Where ever I might be, I'll carry you inside the heart of me.I can't let go, no I can't look ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2926759/ Let's raise a toast! This very well could be the last night for us all. Let's say a prayer for all the fallen ones we lost. I'm just afraid that we have brought this doubt to life. We lay forth the foundation, that crumbles in the wake of adversity. WE ARE THE WRITERS OF OUR OWN STORY! As heavy heav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2926448/ The way you live, it takes my breath away. To watch you change, and throw this all away. Trust in the words I say.There's no escape this time.The walls are closing in.They're coming straight for me! It's everything you wanted, it's everything you needed" But all the while still haunted. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2926444/ I remember those good ol' days, though it's not that long ago. Summer, fall, spring, and winter; through all the drought and snow. Scraped knees and fallen leaves, we dreamed with what we had. With a baby sis and dad I missed, and mama's feeling sad. I'll dry your tears and fill your ears with "momm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2926307/ Scarlett letters and red wedding, like a phantom refrain. Wireless revolution, chemical solutions pervade the brain. White noise and static streak the stations we play. Smoke signals the skylines, like the sinners and the saints. The city streets are empty, but the sirens call my name. Paid .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2926100/ A poor boy walking home stumbles upon a peculiar object. Armed with only dreams and wishes, he has no idea what the object has in store for him . A nefarious spin on a classic tale http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2073751/ INTRO: Thomas Pritchard is the American dream. A successful self-made business man with everything a heart could desire. Several cars, multiple houses, and 3 thriving businesses are evidence of his achievements. So why is he breaking into condemned trap houses at night? Why does he stand by a fire i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2071132/ A destination overcrowded and sorrowful. It's inhabitants clawing to escape. They march hand in hand in this place they call home... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2071118/ Intro: The Aftermath"Death: With that one single word, a whole litany of thoughts, emotions, and feelings are evoked; a split-second cyclone of phenomenal force. What is the first thing you think or feel when you hear the word? Dread and fear are instantly instilled within the masses. For some, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2071116/ A man waiting to die. A man that has spent many years on Earth, but hasent lived a single day. Once a boy who heard something that would shape the course of his existence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2071113/ A night interrupted by fate. A simple trip to a convient store leaves our character alone in the darkn of the woods. His only company, a PTSD effected veteran with brain damage from a wreck. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2071095/ A tragic and fatal car crash trigger a series of dark events that will test a group of friends and their loved ones. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2071093/ 2 killers meet under very exceptional circumstances http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2071090/ A stranger shows up in town. His face covered with filth, and has no more than rags to cover him. His pocket broke and presence unwelcome. He is judged by those who he's came to save. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2071088/ A family being targeted by dark forces. Tortured by the living and the unnatural, their demise will be imminent unless the make a stand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2071085/ Intro: The Great ValleysSECTION 1: The Journey 1.) THE GRAVEDIGGER: A tour of the cemetery from your friendly local caretaker. (The Gravedigger is a serial killer. He takes 4 road trips per year and collects his victims. He stores them in an underground freezer he built. He waits until there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2071084/ How does one possess Autumn? The signals and energy projected in shades of colors smells. Stories whisper as their whisked away in a thoughtless wave of wind. Sunny and bright, cool and dreary. Nature's contradiction. Flawed perfection. The peacock of the seasons, wings spread wide reveals a remark.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2050444/ Future http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/2050443/ Introduction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/1900109/ A collection of 12 sections http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/1900102/ May I have this dance? Tonight is ours, and I will kiss your ghost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/1836253/ Anyone that writes faces it. Sometimes it lingers, sometimes it's quick. Simply my take on writer' block. Embrace the void and those uncomfortable moments. Feeling lost in the grey areas of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/1835892/ The is a truth of my perception. This is a voice for the voiceless. This is for all those tired. Tired of waking up every single day only to realize that our dreams are nothing more than dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WeTheWriters/1828953/