http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlazingKid13 The original writings of author BlazingKid13 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968781 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 At blade's tip is end, at pen's tip lies resolution. In hesitation lies emptiness and time wasted. Neither is wrong, neither is right. Know which you won't regret, know which you want bear. In the end, be it pen or blade, history is written in the same ink. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1960209/ Ikept walking and walking but I couldn’t find anything.Nota blade of green,Notan ounce of water,Noteven a ray of light,Itwas dark but not blinding.Ikept walking and walking but there was nothing.So,why am I walking? Why am I here? Why do I keep walking? Am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1920804/ My Magic Words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1919300/ Itwas still early morning but the town plaza was already crowded. People weregoing to and fro, busily sifting through the many stalls. From produce toproducts, armors to clothes, weapons to cutlery, accessories to trinkets �" aplethora of merchandise can be seen. But, the town pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1897209/ ARC 1: World Travelers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1896701/ Prologue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1896698/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1865520/ Prologue 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1863051/ Prologue 1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1863047/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1863043/ To fight for the nation.Every day I swung a sword.Until my hands bled,Every hour I hold a sword.Even when I am injured or sick,Every day I must swing a sword.Now what?I only have a sword.What do you expect from me?I can't farm.I can't cook.I can't read.I can't write.I don't know anything else beside.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1862347/ Just how many are you planning to collect?Aren't you tired?Just give up already.No matter what you do, it's all over.No matter how much you fight, nothing will change.So please stop.You're just a small broken cog to be replaced.So stop before you break.Even if you don't fight, someone else will.So y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1862309/ As I stared at its eye, I wonder what goes on inside.It was like staring into the abyss.No matter how many times I ask, it wouldn't reply.Its hand simply moved, busily taping up the open wounds.I thanked it but it wouldn't reply.I still felt weak but in time, I'll stand again.That's how they made me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1862300/ Once there was a Doll made perfect pristine and pureWould you like to play?Do you want some tea?How about a haircut?Once there was a Doll perfect pristine and pure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1861501/ A road with no end stretched forth unpavedSitting on a rock, the soldier staredDreaming of the place beyond the rocky pathA place of blue, filled with love and laughterBut the Soldier simply sat, hugging his bladeSlept cradled by the warmth of the moist ground. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlazingKid13/1861438/