http://slow.writerscafe.org/DoctorBella The original writings of author K. Gray en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047083 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Written while sitting in O'Hare, waiting for my plane back to LAX. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DoctorBella/681885/ First of a series of stories based on the legends of New Orleans. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DoctorBella/681884/ Groggily, Captain Jezebel stumbled out of her quarters an hour after sunrise. Foggy light came streaking through the narrow windows, making her squint and raise a hand against the intrusion. The clock on her wall chimed eight times. Jezebel groaned. She pulled the leather jacket more tightly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DoctorBella/681879/ The Captain and her first officer madetheir way to the pub stationed across the way from the maintenanceyard. This was the center of attention for all of East London, andthe one place The Jewel's crew missed most about making port there.Jezebel closed the door behind her number one, taking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DoctorBella/681877/ Honks, whistles and shots filled the dusty air. Brick buildings lined cobbled streets caked with grime and dirt. The captain and her crew stepped off the creaky wooden landing, noses covered. The airship maintenance fields were not located in the cleanest parts of London, but were stationed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DoctorBella/681160/ Sort of chapter one for Pieces of Eight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DoctorBella/681156/ A steampunk story set all over the world in an alternate 1890's universe. The Pieces of Eight have resurfaced, and they mean war for the world, or glory for one pirate and her ragtag crew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DoctorBella/681154/ This came from watching the dogs at my boyfriend's house press their noses to the glass window while watching the UPS guy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DoctorBella/681142/ Coloured glasses, paperA white wall just a wall levers on the side where she let goThe void beyond where the bad men went where I never want her to goSaved, at the last minutefrom the white wall that is just a wall nowGone, never to return Beyond me, beyond the whit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DoctorBella/681140/