http://slow.writerscafe.org/TateViviano The original writings of author Tate Viviano en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011753 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter two of my mystery story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/2038770/ I am going to write for 10-30 minutes a day for 10 days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1982043/ We arived hours later at the companies station. We checked in and were led to the wagons that would take us to the mountain. As the last of us got on board, we set off onto a month long journey. It was a hot grueling trip with the only repreave being the night time. On the fifteenth day of our journ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1890648/ Do you see it?Do you see the hate we have brought into the world under the name of love?Do you see it?Do you see the children with no faces rotting in the sun?Do you see it?Do you see the flashing blue lights tearing children away from their parents?Do you see it?Do you see tanks assaulted by childr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1877496/ Morning arose on the battle camp. Ternith awoke to the faintest rays of daylight streaming trough the tent. She arose and quickly dressed into her armor. "Today is the day that decides all." She said kneeling at her altar to the Gods. "Please deliver us to a good end." With the sound of clinking arm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1877331/ A poem about the estrangement of family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1876888/ A sad love poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1876886/ A hungry belly can motivate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1876126/ A fantasy story of the fight against evil. The taking on a task that was not yours but must be completed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1876070/ A funny idea that poped in my head one day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875740/ I wrote this in the Winter of 2015 while living here in Denver Colorado. I missed the falls of the Smokies. I still do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875605/ Mercury is my Royal Typewritter who has been my faithfull companion for some time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875550/ Now I use God as a word to describe my diety. My God may not be your God and that is okay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875547/ Written for a friend that is no longer my friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875537/ A sad poem about sad things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875532/ A stream of consciousness poem story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875521/ With blood soaked handsI desperately tryTo stich up these wounds you left me withThough it was no faultbut my ownI saw the knife in your handsAnd I embraced youI took your hand and plunged theknife deeper and deeperBut my needle work is sloppyso I continually burst my seemsspilling what is insi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875516/ Deciding to face things we would rather flee from. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875504/ Another poem about the beauty with in us all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875502/ Living in Denver. The city that hates the poor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875464/ Floating on the wind is a little snowflake whohas journeyed from a home far away landing on the tongue of one so smallwho has never seenthe likes of powdery cold.All bundled up in coats and mittenswondering in innocenceWhy all that was green becamebrown and dead and now has changed againto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875456/ Chapter one of the mystery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875454/ A short story in the works of what I growing up in North Carolina thought would be a interesting take on an old legend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875452/ I wrote this while hopping frieght trains threw Utah. We where in Ogden sitting next to this creek that was digustingly poluted. It saddened me. So I cried out this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875449/ A poem I wrote two years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TateViviano/1875447/