http://slow.writerscafe.org/mruby The original writings of author M.Ruby en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123312 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Imagine.You're in a crowd. You're surrounded by people, they're everywhere. Breathing on you, knocking into you; you can smell their breath, their cheap aftershave. It's loud. Perhaps you feel anxious, uncomfortable. Your palms begin to sweat, and your breath catches in your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1852777/ This is a poem I wrote on the romanticisation of mental illnesses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1851381/ A short history on Sgàile Island and the Wades of Castle Craicte. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1849242/ Envy from a distance.Don't get too close.Their stares bite.And later so will their words.Observe, but please don't touch the glass. Step aside, keep your head down.Don't provoke them.So long as you play dead,They won't even see you.Acknowledgment is earned.For now, invisibility is protectionYou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1849217/ A gothic horror story set in the nineteenth century, on an island in the North Sea. Where water spirits roam the dark waters, and the daughters of the proud Wade family harbour a very strange secret.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1849185/ Take a step into Backwards Land.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1847910/ Don't leave your window open... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1847154/ This is a short story based on an anecdote someone told me the other day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1847125/ 2075"Ladies and Gentleman, I give you our final act of the evening!"The RingMaster's voice resonated around the basement, and was met with a roar of approval from the seething crowd below. He stood centerstage on the raised platform, iron bars running round the edge of it. People were banging t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1846200/ October 31st, 1990. Halloween. One year to the day since eleven year old Michael Crawford vanished whilst trick or treating... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1845728/ There is nothing quite like a child’s imagination... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1845067/ 1963. Caroline Alice White is thirteen years old, and living in a broken home. She escapes the abuse by retreating to the worlds inside her head, yet they seem to grow more and more real each day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1845064/ This is the back story for a fantasy character I created for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1844308/ Henry Green goes butterfly catching in the mysterious woodland. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1844280/ Monsters are real. But not as we know them. When a young boy goes missing in CPLC protected Nympharum territory, Detective Strange is called in to investigate... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1844279/ Troublesome teenager Courtney, is late to her English lesson... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1844252/ Everyone loves a bit of banter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1841250/ We had agreed to meet somewhere quiet... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mruby/1841209/