http://slow.writerscafe.org/Irish_SOaP The original writings of author Irish SOaP en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024844 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A woman going to a ball finds out that the man she has been with has a secret... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irish_SOaP/1955959/ On the border was a hill. On the hill there was a man. The man looked tall on the hill. The man held a flag and nothing else. His countries flag was tall on the hill. Until they came.At first the man thought it was a storm. But then he felt the rumbling and grumbling of an army. It was a storm thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irish_SOaP/1949105/ Birds sing in the crisp morning. Not a soul in the once busyroads. Market stalls abandoned. I would blow into my fingers, warming them upmaybe rub them together but I can’t. The metal glove weighed me down eventhough it feels like it’s just as heavy as my hand.After what, a tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irish_SOaP/1944800/ “Now Caren there’s no need to strain your neck like that,”The boy who spoke was gentle and his face was whiter than milk. The brown hair contrastedhis sickly apperence and so did his pitch black hoodie and jeans. But his weresomething else. A sea of bright green lay there. Li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irish_SOaP/1944798/ Chapter 3The rain slid down the window. The window was old yet strongas is the wood surrounding it. Everything here was dark and brown. My bed wascreaky, bouncy and I’m sure it could break if I hit it hard enough. Here thereis no electricity.I could hear the general, with his metal toed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irish_SOaP/1934166/ Bulging and Bulbous, Raging and InsaneI heaved and puffed when I slammed and locked the door. I crumbled into a worthless heap. All I heard was the soft drip drop of the slime. The slime dripped through the floorboards overhead.I stared up. Another pair of eyes met me. They were bulging and bulbous,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irish_SOaP/1928264/ Chapter 2A voice boomed so loud that I jumped.“First click your fingers,” it was robotic and absolutelynot Excalibur’s. Looks like rebelling would get me nowhere in a locked room butI still gritted my teeth. I clicked my metal fingers. Sparks violently came outof the Thun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irish_SOaP/1927565/ “The world isfull of suffering. Murder, robbery and torture. War is a catalyst for all ofthis. To say you “won the war” is like saying you shot a man but you also shotyourself. Greed is whatdrives war. Now some wars are for just causes, like how in World War 2American.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irish_SOaP/1927558/ A war between a kingdom holding the most devestating technology, an unkillable army housing only a thousand. Sadly both are going to fall by the crack of the Thunder Gauntlet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irish_SOaP/1927556/