http://slow.writerscafe.org/rudyk The original writings of author ruth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776076969 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a letter to one I love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/2092167/ gustav klimt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/2015447/ americans should know american history http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1966797/ left for good http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1937876/ The most beautiful smile I ever saw… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1934650/ things in the sky http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1934648/ those you dont see but are visible http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1934642/ just words about grass http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1934631/ i once saw a boy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1930992/ please help me,oh god.im so lost.wheres the road?am I going to stay here?forever?help.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1930854/ togetherness ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1928418/ exposure to fear.we fear,and fear,and fear,and fear...but we can also love,be kind,feel...some sort of sunshine in our life. short lived pleasure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1925762/ the air all around feels great against my skin.it’s liberating to take deep breaths of the cleanness.  a first light. coolness surrounds me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1925281/ the one time i walked 11 miles around the city http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1925279/ i've spent endless hours trying to find myself,trying to find what happiness is,what i enjoy doing in life.it was all meaningless.nothing is working out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1924476/ a child sees the same person walking home from school everyday, until they don't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1924445/ child's perspective of a hurricane http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1914028/ kind of like when you describe colors to a blind person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1907997/ Last time I saw my mother was 18 years ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1900803/ a mix of Richard Cory and My Papa's Waltz http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1900801/ You’re digging in your garden and find a fist-sized nugget of gold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudyk/1900797/