http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheMavethSisters The original writings of author Death Stalker en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050671 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A story about a girl that survived a small aircraft crash. Read along as the girl survives with pilots, a child, a teen, and two office workers, plus one mysterious boy who has a hidden past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheMavethSisters/1235964/ The start of it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheMavethSisters/1235963/ A very rusty talented poem about my struggles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheMavethSisters/1219288/       Inthe pitiful year of 2025, the whole area of metal that once was bright andtowered the skies, was now a dull ruin. The beautiful colors that once huggedthe towers was now gone, leaving behind a dull gray the metal is known for. 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twilight skies.With the sun down under the horizon,I wander the dark forest.I wanders with the black hair of mine over my eyes,dress in black under the darkness.Nature Emo, is my nickname among my "peers."I have wandered in this same forest for yearsleaving only to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheMavethSisters/980011/ A little thought emerged a while back, it expanded into this as you will read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheMavethSisters/979005/ Fighting the Darkness,letting the lightbrighten you up...is a sign of WEAKNESS!Do not give up the Darknessthat lingers in your flowing blood.Fight the light instead,let it cower, let Darknessconquer, let no light in you.Be like me!Embrace the pain,Embrace the blood, Embrace the sharpness in obj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheMavethSisters/978603/ The wailing of the siren,vibrated off the buildings.Everyone left, abandoning a townthat is soon to be destroyedby the approaching tornado.They even abandoned a group of 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