http://slow.writerscafe.org/Carlcorn The original writings of author Carl Phantom en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067713 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Johnny..... Johnny.... A voice called for me.  It sounded like me..... only but younger. I open my eyes to see a flash of white. The white slowly faded til' I could clearly see the blue skys and the clouds that rode them. It didn't take me long to notice I was laying down a top of grass. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1942921/ In this world, monstrous creatures hide within the bodies of humans.  The monsters are our Demons. Some can show more than others, making them look inhuman, both figuratively and literally. Those who looked inhuman were found and transported to a new city to live. Since they couldn't leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1939337/ My name is  Raven.  I am 16 years old. Raven is not my real name, but it's been so long since anyone called me by my real one, that to everyone else, they think Raven is my birth name.  I'm not what people call "human". I'm what they call a night. Nights don't have genitalia, making .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1936364/      A bird chirping..... A whistling wind..... flowing grass..... I love these beautiful sounds.  I open my brown eyes to see the clear blue skies and the pure green field of grass and rainbow flowers.  As I'm sitting here leaning against Mr. Oak tree, I sing a tu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1935048/ What is this burning feeling? Why do I feel like I'm dying? Oh wait now I remember, this feeling is pain.  Why is everything dark? What's that smell?I tried to move my arms and legs to feel around, but I couldn't move, something big and heavy was on top of me.  My nose finally&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1923850/ My name is Teilila.  My hair is brown, but I dyed the ends of it a light pink, and my eyes are a pale blue.  I'm a pretty normal girl beside from my "Problem". Well, more of a "Mental disease".  I can only explain it as confusing Reality with dreams.  I can really never tel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1912943/ I don't remember... Anything.  Where am I?  Who am I running from?  Why am I in pain?   I don't know but I continue to run through the thicket forest.  Branches and bushes nip at my legs, arms and face.  I don't know where I am running to, but I have a feeling that if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1908401/ I dragged the brush of blue from the top left side of the canvous, to the right.  I was on my porch with my canvous in front of me, With my ever longing distant yard behind it. It was a perfect picture.  The only sounds were of my brush, and the quietly howling wind.  As i moved onto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1903750/ I flew around the sky on my magical old broom.  Smiling I looked around.  "The night is beautiful isn't it?" Pota said. Pota is my Brtish male cat friend who I found just recently.  He was in front of me laying down on the old broom, with his black tail on my lap. My job was to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1903339/ There was a cat who lived in a home, his name was Dan.  His parents were off to work, and left a ball of yarn.The cat played, and played with it all day.  Until his parents came home and told him to go to bed.  He did as he was told. But then he came down and played with it again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1897275/  I layed there in the snow, staring at the dark lonely sky  A gust of wind blew some of my hair across my fore.   I was to be playing with my little brother, Mike, in the snow, but I have gotten bored and didn't quite pay attention to what nonsense he was talking about. In the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1897268/ WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1897020/ Filled with extra writtings that have no meaning or I made when I got bored. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1897015/ In the halls, Everyone says hello To me, Only until a throw a ball, At them, in gym http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1897014/ Everything was dark. All I could hear was my own running steps, then I started to hear laughter.  I looked behind me only to see me dragging my twin sister, Brooke, along with me. I started to laugh too. It was lovely and peaceful. But something looked strange.  White glowing leafs starte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carlcorn/1896659/