http://slow.writerscafe.org/50centdolly The original writings of author Hosimone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031694 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 1I was born May 19th, 1737 to Elise and Marc de Ashencourt in the countryside not far from Paris. In a town that is now called Les Andelys, France. The countryside was, and still is, beautiful. Rolling with hills full of trees, the town at the base of them and lining the river Seine&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/2950104/ PrologueMy dearest Temperance,You have implored me to write my life down for you and I have finally sat down with pen and paper while you hunt through the night to grant you that request. This world is substantially different from the one I was raised in, so I’m afraid you will be required to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/2949354/ A vampire, Clarke de Ashencourt, writes a letter to his beloved, Temperance. The story encompasses his history, how he came to be what he is, and his experiences after his eternal change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/2949353/ I saw someone today. They made me think of you. My heart reached outAnd returned feeling blue. This little kitten; scraggly. Hanging on a thread. I tucked him up to meHe bumped me with his head. I cared and worriedOver little phantom you,Just as I didWhen your month was onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/2926887/ The beat of the music pulsates through Hannah’s body, the rhythm beating in her chest; against her heart. The humid room is writhing with dancing bodies shifting with the electric lights. The DJ at the head of the room moves with the rhythm of the beat, hand on a headphone like they do in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/2780000/ Darkness creeps along the bare field within my mind. Loneliness is winning the battle. 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I chose Macbeth's coronation banquet when he see's Banquo's ghost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/1939351/ Even if it feels like it, you are not alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/1937179/ Warning: This one is pretty dark. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/1936214/ I may add more on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/1934504/ Short stanza http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/1934433/       He starts towards meagain, slowly, and I rush to my feet, backing up, my wing dragging next to me.This could be a trick. They could take control of him anytime. He stops wherehe is, an expression of sadness and pain develops on his bloodied face.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/1932912/ A short story I wrote in 9th grade. Needs a few tweaks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/1931875/          From my hiding spot, Ihear the big double doors clang open and the front of a cage being pulled up,metal screeching on metal. I stay where I am and wait quietly, blocking my linkto G’reth so he can’t find me quickly. My plan is to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/1930800/         A few more days pass. ThenI hear it. A faint whisper of a voice in my head. I listen intently, hopegrowing inside me. I ask the void tentatively, ‘G’reth?’ I hear my name faintly.It’s him. I know it is.‘G’re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/50centdolly/1930799/          I haven’t heard from G’rethor Jake for about a week and it’s getting me worried. 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