http://slow.writerscafe.org/miahstr The original writings of author miahstr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055783 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My clothes reek, it's the smell of coffee and cigarettes. This fabric, these clothes, hold it in like a memory. Imprinted like music on vinyl, they sing a song that is all too familiar. The sound of long nights and early mornings, smoke breaks and early warnings. The monument to my life, lived wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/2097700/ Posting on royal road under SMCking... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/2082429/ The dishes are dirtythe living room a messI have church at 8:30and I’ve barely gotten dressedThe kids are running and screamingso please hold on for meI get out at 9:40and I’ll have some time to fleeso come wrap your arms around tightand hold on for meI need a place t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/2028848/ Folding it in twoI wait to feel the creaseIts edge the starting place For the plane beneath its sheetsFolded just right and it'll take flightA piece designed to soarI’ll throw it off the edgeAnd watch it reach the shoreA one way trip with no return flightIt'll reach but never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/2028847/ I am reworking some of my writing this is part of a book. Pieces of which I have already posted. There is a limited amount here but I think that this is a good example of what my writing style is like http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/2028724/ I play with the zipper on my jacket, staring blankly and listening to the sound it makes. It's like the sound of a beetle taking flight; A turbulent clash of air and wing that brings life to its discordant chorus. Inviting the attention of those in its proximity. I break from my trance to see the ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/2000998/ GhostScreen doors and rubber hoses still have a hold on me. Summertime with poolside silhouettes still make these shadows move. I see you in coffee cans; a part of my morning roast. On road trips the radio is your playlist. It's sidewalks and storefronts that are part of the stories we shared. They .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/2000996/ I waddle quickly through the hall, looking much like an oversized duck. My feet curving outward from underneath me; my body trying very much to escape itself. I have to pee. I find myself in these situations more often than i’ll openly admit. However, despite the inconvenient feeling the press.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1977543/ We used to make forts from floor vents. Their cloth carapace: the sun stars and moon that was my 7 year old bed covers. The sheets billowing out from underneath me; its walls held in place by my weight as I sat Indian style. The world around me shrank to just the inside of this newly created space. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1975018/ The largest tower in Castle Horsted was on fire. Lord Stoutens men were at the gates and had spent the night slinging pitch and tar. Scores of fire arrows would fall and light the pitch followed by silent arrows catching those putting the fires out unawares. “Frog” as the other boys call.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1957828/ Early morning embraced Jossen as he walked through the dew covered grass. The plumes of smoke from the direction of Horsted castle could be seen in the sky. He wore a leather doublet, his house sigil a wheel of cheese stitched on his breast. It was here looking on the smoke in the distance that Joss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1957777/ Lord Stouten has called his vassals against Lord Wainwright. Can the House of Harp and the house of cheese survive? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1957776/ I could fall in love with your potential; but I can’t let me waste my time on you. If your heart were kinetic I’d act on you. I can’t waste my time on could’ve beens; I haven't that much time to spend. I need you to be fantastic; an instant chemical reaction. Sorry my heart i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1955232/ I’m the kind of guy who jumps on rope swings. I make myself a pendulum to a life that only seems to go ‘tick tock’. I think moving in one direction is for chumps; So I have decided to learn to travel in reverse. I am sure it's possible with a bit of work. It will be worth all the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1952260/ It was not at first the rushing of water which lured me. It was the sound it made falling off the edge of cliffsides; the urgency in its motion and the mist that swallowed me whole. However, it was the falling that stood out. Something which I have an affinity for. When I was a kid I fell off the mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1952258/ You kissed him on accidentdon’t expect me to forgetThe late nights out with “friends”the nights home alone with kids don’t expect me to listen to your excuses I’m tired of these broken hearts“I'm sorry I didn't mean it”Were your p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1948545/ Alaine sat staring as goosebumps shot up her arm. The hospital was cold. Its whitewashed walls was a backdrop to pain and fear. Once it had been a refuge for those in need. Alaine could remember the days when doctor appointments were a yearly norm. Her mother used to take her. She could see her moth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1947209/ I am your guardian blanketHold me close and tuck me in Watch as I take to your shapeMolded and folded to fitI am your guardian blanketBecause an angel would screw it upI am malleable and fit whatever shape you takeI am a blanket; not something supernaturalWould you feel safer with a bright winged be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1947207/ If I talk In my sleep They say I talk in my sleepBut what words could I speakThat an unconscious mind could utterWhat thoughts so deepCould my mind keepThat couldn't be said Before I’m in bed My mind filled by the day's clutterWhat does the unconscious meHave to say about the way the days seem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1947206/ Tell her when you get thereGolden gates and golden hairClouds a marshmallow mist Soft but not sugary sweetTell her when you get thereThat daddy meant for us to meetThey say suicide is a sinBut daddy might just give inSo tell her when you get thereThat she meant the world to meAnd now that she is gon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1947205/ We have been here beforeWaving from an open doorThis is the last time i’ll say goodbyeJust grow up and let me dieIt was 3 months of chemo3 weeks of drugs A lifetime in the hospital And now I’ve done all I could have done Just say goodbye to meForget about me now I don’t have much t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1947204/ He was a romanticflowers cards little post it notesShowing his affectionwith this or that confectionhe made his love materialand watched as surprise turned to expectedIt was her orbitthat kept him circlingevery sunrise and sunsetIt worked for awhilehis romantic charmbought him her attentionbut littl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1947203/ Silly poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1947202/ The prompt was Imagination http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1947201/ Thinking on what it feels like to be a "stick in the mud" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1947200/ When I was 11 I made love in your classroomIt was the first time for me and not the first for youI was a boy you see I was willing to giveWhat you took from meI was scared and so were youbut the sound of sirens didn't make me jumpI was a boy who didn’t know yet you came to meand made a man of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1945711/ The sun has gone downStill at my deskThese reports give me no restI spend my days in ketchupI spend my days in catch upMistakes I make are plentyI only want to go homeI need this jobwe need this jobmy bills they are week to week…and I get paid monthlyIm saving for my f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1943477/ Her perfume smelled of roses yet it was a lily fastened to her hairShe had make-up despite having no need She wore a strapless dress with a strapped brassiere Had a long face with rounded sunglassesShe was witty when the room went quietand dropped pens in the loudest roomsShe could d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1942610/ playing with narrating a kids perspective... random but imaginative.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1941432/ I heard that if you hold your breath you're like as much to starve to death. The mind a fickle thing has one hard wire. To kill oneself by lack of breath would take more than mindpower.To force the issue they suggest.plastic bag equals loss of breath.You might as well dive into d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1934865/ This is unfinished... Just playing with erotic fantasy type things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1925696/ The beginnings of what I hope to be a time travelling thriller... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1879770/ Hey guys! another little preview into what I have been writing for my book. If you read Andy Fletcher first you will have a bit of context for this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1879272/ Let me know what you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1878676/ Playing around with imagery... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1878406/ I am trying to flesh out the Villian for my book. I know there isn't a whole lot of context here but I am looking to see how you guys feel about him. Thank You! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1876019/ This will be part of my book but its a nice all by itself. I hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1875950/ My little brother who is 8 yrs old wanted to write something http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1875171/ Fun little rhyming story about the hippo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1874859/ "Here’s to the breeze that blows through the trees, blows the sails on life's stormy seas here’s to the sights that often delights but more often lead to social reprieve.” Sometimes when I think about my life and where I’ve been, I see myself as a boat sailing through rough w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1874836/ The smell of smoke is rich in the air plastic canister filled with light-able tobacco, a glass shaped bong filled with sand... Echo of the computer fan fills the room... I’ve been sitting here for hours... They smoke their lives away. Is this what happens, I think as she passes the bong back t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1874819/ It's December 21st 2012 and the Mayan Calendar is ending. We explore a young mans life as his day unfolds. Will his experience speak to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miahstr/1874817/