http://slow.writerscafe.org/Seifler The original writings of author Joan Davis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054658 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dana sat, staring at the floor. Cold, shaking, and scared. Unsure what else to do, she began counting the tiles to busy her mind. One, two...She heard loud whispers outside the door. Mumbled voices. Like when adults don't want you to hear what they are saying. There was a clear panic and fear in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1871605/ October 2016:       Dana woke up in a cold sweat. Heart still racing. She wasrelieved to see her TV still on. At 25, she was still afraid to be alone in thedark. The clock said it was 4am. But there was no going back to sleep now. Shegot up, like she always did .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1866725/ October 31st 2001: “Not yet Dana!” Hermother gently tapped Dana's hand. “You'll be having enough sugar tonight, and I want thesecupcakes to arrive in one piece. Go get the rest of your things or we'll belate again.” As a single mom, sometimes it w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1866721/ A young woman is forced to relive a life changing experience when she returns home to investigate the murder of an old acquaintance,and begins learning things that make her question everything... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1866719/ “So, what's your deal? What are you, some kind of satanist freak or something?”“What!? No, no man I told you. It's just the way I dress. How I express mys…”“Don't lie to me freak!” Mike pounded his fist on the table.“Alright Mike, calm down. Let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1865950/ Fields of pink glitter,Sunsets on fresh snow.Diamonds wait for their cue to grace the sky.They linger above,To be wished upon.Blow their magic as stardust through the night.Fire raises up,From the east again.Shedding light on its way to the west. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1865746/ After it all falls apart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1865471/ Sometimes, we take the small things for granted, along with the ones we love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1865424/ Sorting through regrets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1864785/ My mind drifts back, back to that night.Sapphire skies.Pale moonlight.Gold dress.Emerald eyes.We slow danced, your hands in mine.Amber embers flickered out.Like our gilded haze,replaced by doubt.All that's left from the dreaming daysis the ghost of youfrom the memories made.A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1864749/ I watch the sunset unfold.Orange, yellow, pink and gold.Who knows where all these colors fading go.Toss old dreams in the river.I stand by and watch them flow.Breath out the fears and doubts to let them go.Life's a journey, so they say.But there are mountains in my way.So I'll cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1864725/ When I see them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1864345/ I wrote this for my grandfather http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1864048/ Sleepless nights have me counting the days lostReasoning with the shadows long since passedA broken heart it turns out was the costOf a doomed love we both knew would not lastAll the judgement we saw in their eyes thenCould have us painted as killers or thievesLike it was wrong for you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1863952/ Jealousy can make you do crazy things... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1863532/ It was a frigid January morning. Bitter. Everything was cast in that blue gray haze that is typical of the dead of winter. Leafless trees and old, dirty piled up snow. And there it was. That obnoxious noise. Every morning at 6am it came to end the peace that Vera only found in her dreams as of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1863303/ Finally, it was time to go home. Ithad been such a long day. Nicole was only scheduled from 9-5, but ended upstaying until 7. She was in college. A full time student. But on the weekendsshe worked in a department store. She hated customer service. The customer isnot always right. And they ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seifler/1862552/