http://slow.writerscafe.org/JiiiveTurkay The original writings of author Kibbles and Quips en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010055 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An epidemic has descended upon the Earth. Unprotected peoples and are killed and their bodies are being taken over by some entity. Detective Greiss seeks answers from the infected. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1995821/ I revamped a poem I wrote about a friend I met in the Mental Health Unit, of whom I found had passed away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1992777/ The Amateur artist awaits the Professional as he leans against his truck. He covers his eyes with sunglasses and surveys the tree atop the hill as a distant whir comes closer. That must be Cassandra, he thinks and pulls an ax out from the bed, eager to get to work. A rusted-thru station wagon b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1960159/ Woops, forgot to include the last line! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1922379/ depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1887072/ The second of three short stories I wrote for my nonfiction class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1855276/ Written for my Creative Non-Fiction class, the first of three stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1855274/ Anxiety, Exhaustion, Depression meet my friend, Insomnia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1854836/ This particular chapter details an interaction between the narrator and a guest he is serving who sparks a memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1847732/ This book is not about past relationships, really. It is about the fleeting epiphanic feelings of love and lust one might feel by random encounters with or observations of strangers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1847731/ I walk along as a butterfly bobs up and down just beyond myself, up and down, down along my path,but it is only a leaf, dead, brittle, now crumpling beneath my sauntering feet.I keep walking along,scouring up and down,I keep searching&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1847290/ Merely a quick story I made for a friend who wanted me to improv a "darker, grittier" piece. 15 minutes later... here it is. Edited a bit, of course. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1845717/ The inaudible breezespush along my memory,pushing me into whatcan only be perceivedas searching idly.Sifting through this scenerypulls particular panes of me,pulling me into whatcan only be conceivedby drifting leisurely.God knows that I've missedthis recent past Novemberin which I -I can no longer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1839239/ Beside this bed,outside their room,beyond my fugue,where others loom,out through their barsand sterile glass,past lurid lots,and fresh cut grass,by littered streets,where yards are mowed,near putrid trashin plastic molds,through window panes,with messy floors,there is a roomwith wooden doors.Through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1839228/ To whom it may concern,Remember our times?Yes those.I know you know What we know;I was there.I can't help but to laugh.The songs, an epitome of what we were.I don't mean to say we were of some significance,but I'd hope that you'd at leastacknowledge some sort of -I went through a [dis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1839187/ I've come to imaginea pair of wings upon my shoulders,both feathered and slowly flapping,I'd but lay there calmly lying,envisioning translucent wingsbarely beating, never flying.I only felt myself flirting with floating.I continue laying,still I'm lying,envisioningtranslucent wingsslowly flappi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1839185/ This is my first attempt at a spoken word poem. However, I have yet to perform the piece because I am not 100% satisfied with the work and do not want to memorize something I am going to change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1839177/ I wrote the first draft of this poem one night when I couldn't fall asleep. Since then I have rewritten and edited it more times than I care to count. This is the latest version. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1839168/ This is actually a story I wrote for someone I worked with at an Italian restaurant. Mainly, it is a slice of life through the mind of a server. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JiiiveTurkay/1839163/