http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheExiledWolf The original writings of author The Exiled Wolf en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990366 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem dedicated to my dearest friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/2124763/ I tried hard to earn love from everyone, but it just cast me deeper into despair. He is the only one that sees my true form and still loves me. This is dedicated to my Lord, in the tune of Halllelujah http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/2026838/ With all the flashbacks and self-hate, I finally come to understand that time can erase nothing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1999841/ Am I just a robot programmed by expectations? Am I even alive? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1974815/ On a jiao departed from Chang’an,a middle-aged man awakens from his rest by a few of his slight coughs. “How are you feeling, master?” Hearingthe cough, Fu, whose sight is blocked by the blinds of the jiao, asks the man.  “It’s just a few small coughs,Fu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1957928/ A blend of aromas of millet, lotus seed and beanspulls Zhongtang out of his nightmare of an endless escape from assassins.Following the trace of the sweet smell, he limps to the dining area. Yingxue isdistributing the source of the aroma - a huge pot of porridge �" into six small.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1932679/ Inspired by an interesting conversation with a friend - are we understanding people the right way? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1930672/ Alarge fleet advances slowly in the direction of the warm morning sun. Theforeigners with white little hats are prominent in the fleet even they arestanding within a much larger group of quiet Tang soldiers. One of the foreignmen asks the squad leader a question. The squad leader pulls out a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1920201/ In an attempt to condense my life into 6 words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1905666/ “Bang!”“Wake up, lazy bone! It’s time for the morning exercise!” The door of Yingxue’sroom swings open, and a young lady’s scream drags Zhongtang out from his sweetdreams. He rubs his sleepy eyes and sees a teenage girl with a sword danglingfrom her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1903119/ The finale to the "If Only" series. The journey is rough, but the purpose behind is a blissful one. HE knows what's best for my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1899828/ Yingxueplaces Zhongtang onto his wooden bed. “Whatare you doing?” Zhongtang exclaims as Yingxue removes his bloody garments. “Examineyour wounds, of course,” Yingxue frowns, “don’t move!” “Areyou a doctor?” Zhongtang looks .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1894685/ Several dayshave slipped away since Feng left Chang’an. The heat in the city will soon flatdown gradually as the seventh month of Year 47 takes stage. It has been a usualday for Yingxue " he goes to the icy cliff in the morning, and returnshome in the evening. On his wayback to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1892201/ “Father, there is one matter that I would need youropinion,” Yingxue says nervously the night when he returns home. “What is the matter, son? You look abnormallynervous tonight.” Feng pets Yingxue’s head gently. “Oh right! Little Yingxuehas grown up and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1892146/ Adapted from "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" of "The Phantom of the Opera" by Andrew Lloyd Webber, but this piece conveys the opposite message. A lament sung to the perpetrator. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1887223/ Themysterious clean-shaved man takes Yingxue to the gigantic Chinese garden again tendays after the first consultation. When they arrive at the destination,everyone inside the garden is enshrouded in chaos. Panic even occupies thefaces of the well-trained soldiers. Their training just manage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1887213/ Thenext morning Yingxue wakes up, feeling his body is fully refreshed. To hissurprise, the dream of the previous night is fully preserved within his memory.He can easily recall every bit of details in his mind �" mom’s face, theundiscovered world beyond Tang, the joy when t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1887184/ WhenYingxue returns home, the sun has already sunk below the horizon. When he bumpsopen the cottage’s door with his exhausted body, he is surprised to find thatall his brothers and sisters haven’t returned home yet. “Youare late, Yingxue,” Wan’er says with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1884614/ InQinglong district, the street leading to the doctor’s cottage is once againfilled with people. Patients can wait outside the cottage without beingdisturbed, as promised by the clean-shaved man. Peace is restored in thedistrict �" except in a small alley far from the main .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1883704/ “What are you doing? Go away!” Alittle girl screamed frantically at an armed thug who is approaching her sickfather. She stands in front of her sick father and open her arms. Her tearingeyes and shaking body indicate that she is panicking, yet she doesn’t back off. &ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1866731/ The Qinglong district of Chang’ancity is packed with people. Most people are not random pedestrian, because theyform a neat line on the street. They are patiently queuing up on this hotsummer day in the forty-seventh year of the Dazhi era. Most of the people inthe line are clothed in m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1861511/ I hope I can wish you a sincere Merry Christmas, but I just can't... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1860407/ Betrayal started with a cup, and now ends with a cup http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1844929/ Yingxue walks along the streets ofChang'an. The buildings lining the streets transits from old brick cottages tolarger houses, and then finally large courtyard houses known as siheyuan. Helooks calm when walking through the alleys, but he is already wondering hownice would it be if his famil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1841532/ As a sequel of the poem "If Only", because it's all coming back to me again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1841226/ I saw you coming from afar, and now I see you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1838885/ “Dang gui… sweet and pungent in flavor, warm in property, nontoxic…” Yingxue focuses on his reading of the Compendium of Materia Medica.   He is sitting on a small wooden stool placed in the space between two beds, whic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1837804/ A Jenga tower is destined to collapse, so I guess I shouldn't complain... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1836919/ Thesun pops its head out of the horizon in a cool spring morning of the thirty-seventhyear of the Dazhi era, and sees that four youngsters have already started theirmorning workout.  Theyare not practicing Chinese kungfu though. On the contrary, they are doing a seriesof actio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1836409/ Feng returned to his smallcottage when the sun set, together with the orphan. After clumsily fed thechild with porridge and dealt with his whining and excretions, the exhaustedphysician gently placed the kid in a crude cradle he made today. “You do knowhow to leave the toughest part of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1835890/ QianEr is an ordinary waiter at a pub located on the Vermilion Bird Boulevard. Heis the second child in his family - you can tell from his name. His elder brotheris a merchant running trades between Chang’an and Luoyang, the prosperouseastern capitol. Qian Er was sent to work at the pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1835860/ The whole Vermilion BirdBoulevard is trembling at the rumbling voice exploding from the Great General’smansion. It doesn’t take long before half of the citizens of Chang’an realizethat Great General of the West, Liu Hai, is enraged. Everyone walking past thestreet will clea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1835804/ Chang’an city, the capital ofTang dynasty, was the most prosperous city in East Asia. Order was the maintheme of the city. If you view the city from above, 8 east-bound streets and 14south-bound streets split the symmetric city into 110 small rectangulardistricts and 1 exceptionally la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1835512/ Ayoung woman who is clearly wounded is zooming through a dark forest outside thefamous city of Chang’an. You can tell from her features that she is notentirely a human - she has silky white hair, an ethereally beautiful face, a pairof fluffy ears and an elegant white tail extruding fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheExiledWolf/1835428/ Double races, double bloodlines and double identities mean double the trouble. 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