http://slow.writerscafe.org/Whisty_x The original writings of author Whisty_x en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022552 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A script I began to explore at university and never got round to developing or finishing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisty_x/2313571/ Every rose has a petal,Every stem has a leaf,Every riddle has a rhyme,Every story, disbelief.If you were mine for me to haveYou would have been mine by now.I would hold you tightly in my armsBut love got muddled up somehow.This story ends in waves of sorrow,This story ends tonight. It ends with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisty_x/1989843/ My dad passed away when I was 12. I can never express my love for him through words, but I hope this gives even the slightest of insights to the confusion and feelings that I have felt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisty_x/1942126/ At night he saw me,In day a blur.My feelings to him - undiscovered,And yet there we were.I prayed for his touch,But failed to feel.Our love guided by arrows,Re-directed by steel.Both our hearts punctured,By the devil's sharp pin.I shy away from love,For I cannot love him.My thoughts undiscovered,By .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisty_x/1939215/ Look inside.Underneath all your bitterness,There is a sweet rose awaiting its time to bloom.It has grown with you;With your spirit,And with your soul.As you grow more and more beautiful on the outside, It grows more and more beautiful within.It shall take time for the rose to fully expose itsel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisty_x/1939209/ Just a little fun piece of writing. Slight comedy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisty_x/1910745/   Today is a day I wish would never wake.   It’s been nearly a year since the last time I was given the privilege of feeling thegraceful touch from the suns rays upon my cheeks. For months I have been cagedbehind rusted bars like a t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisty_x/1885896/ A short, descriptive piece. Not much and not my best, but gets across a lot in a little description and allows your mind to wonder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisty_x/1877543/ The sun hasn't appeared today.The fresh morning dew embraces me as I lay close to death on the crisp, December grass. Frozen in a state of shock, the flesh upon my bones starts to quiver. My body is unable to react to the trauma I have encountered tonight. The strength to si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisty_x/1876575/ Something I am still working on! I was inspired by the tale of Dick Turpin and I am in the process of developing the storyline. This is an experiment piece to help me figure out the characters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisty_x/1874613/