http://slow.writerscafe.org/XoWasHere The original writings of author Xo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776332645 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 just a lunch break http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XoWasHere/1938024/ Some rotting limb, attached to some lusty bride in a black, floral gown. She appears dressed for a funeral, yet is a bride. Her rotting limb is her left arm, which has evidently been in one place, been stressed, for too long, and has consequently become disconnected, at least by vein and nerve, from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XoWasHere/1907659/ "Finally, Xo, whiner-elite, is dead," comes a voice, through the radio of the taxi I am driving.Hmm. I reckon I am dead; I know, despite having no recollection of my life whatsoever, that I purposefully drove my taxi into a wall, an action I hoped would end me.And it seems it did. Hooray."Xo?" a gir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XoWasHere/1907059/ "And did you see Eastenders last night?" my wife excitedly spurts, to her friend, in our living room.I am in the kitchen, preparing food for these two wankers.Later I might speak with my wife about something that truly excites me: imagining being a floating, invisible eye. She will not res.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XoWasHere/1907056/