http://slow.writerscafe.org/liz.the.terrible The original writings of author Alexandra Elizabeth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776228729 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 supernatural beings rule over humans, with vampires at the top of the food chain. humans become nocturnal, living by a curfew--dusk til dawn. werewolves are two steps above the human race http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/767658/ We'll stay here forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/763586/ Someone of any age dsicovers a whole new world with people just like earth's. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/757275/ The streets lay cold and unwavering. I do not belong on such sturdy ground. This ground is meant for others, more intelligent, more docile, more stable than I. No, I do not belong here. My feet lead me on, I do not care, let them take me where they like. I am not their master. I pass the homes of do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/756918/ Please don't stab me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/756367/ I'm dying back here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/753380/ The night was shivering with life. The crickets weren't too far off and the moon was hanging low in the sky. Hot spring air clung to everything. It wove itself into the tightest of corners and crevasses, it crept into lungs and under fingernails and flooded ears. The grass was quaking in the early n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/728096/ A sigh-A glance-Out a window,Into the vast unknown.Heavy eyelidsFall to the floor,and what is more;the world was yours.They wrote in history-of runaway wars-and deadly roads.But the railroad tracks lead far away,Meant for tired feetand souls astray.A glanceout a windowinto the railroad tracks;far pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/727296/ What difference does it make? Indeed, what difference. To swim through the skies or soar through the seas, would it last? No. Nothing ever lasts. She plugged herself in, determined to escape. To escape the chaos of silence, the labor of staying still. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/725947/ May Challenge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/724138/ spider webs still cling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/723918/ How am I feeling?She stretched out her armsHow am I feeling?She picked up the cardsand placed them in her pocketwith the fool facing outShe gathered her thingsand traveled the roadShe gathered her thingsTo greet morning glow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/710066/ There is more to life than fishing, friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/705821/ "we have the power to postpone" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/705352/ "We run and run and soon enough, we run into nightfall. " http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/703909/ My time is coming to an end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/700802/ A skirmish in the normally silent streets of the Hemming Arl sent a woman dressed crown to toe in black racing to the scene. Her skirts fluttered behind her as she bolted past the stone sanctuary marker towards the city guard. The guard stood over a young woman who lay sprawled on the ground, dresse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/700794/ Ellyn reread her letter. Yes, it was perfect, just as she wanted. She heard footsteps in the hall and jumped into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin so the sister would not see she was still in full dress. The footsteps drew closer. Her heart throbbed against her ribs, she was beyond ready to ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/700253/ fantasy-type. set in middle ages. girl finds herself in a nunnery, leaves to search for her love. story of treason. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/700247/ "safe where none will ever find us" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/699821/ for all the time I've been away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/699815/ "a heavy stillness at its core" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/699813/ "words are killers to those in my condition" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/699809/ "They tell me....you are dead. I do not believe them" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/699761/ "out the corner of a bored eye" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/699133/ "Rest her soul" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liz.the.terrible/699131/