http://slow.writerscafe.org/Danii_Nel The original writings of author Danii* en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995376 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Alalliawalked through the halls hurriedly after the servant leading her to her father.He had been brought to the Mayor’s guest bedroom in his Lakehouse. She’dnoticed the cards on the dining table, but she wasn’t surprised that her fathergambled with the men. Each Saturd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Danii_Nel/1965989/ Alalliafocused on the Count’s thoughts right then, she was even more curious of theman now. However, nothing of use was in his head. ‘Do not think of it. Do NOT.’ She heard the Count’s Inner voice.She smiled secretly. Oh the man was smart. She let go of her hold on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Danii_Nel/1939161/ Passionate Love, no longer a friend -Words of old �" “oh loving hate”- muchtruer than known.Precious treasure twistedinto sour poison, unknowingly swallowed.Turn back the hand of time so I can return this hateful bliss. Oh Time, what ficklef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Danii_Nel/1928778/ Part I 16:56 �" Saturday, 21July 1695Thereare people being buried alive. I fear for the poor Souls who awaken trappedinside those caskets. Yet another day has gone by and still the Priest refusesto heed my word, but I will continue to persist. More Lords and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Danii_Nel/1928468/ Bodies suddenly start piling up when a Count passes through Ashville, whether by coincidence or not, and Alallia is the first to notice. Being a woman in the 1700's, no one listens to her when she dis http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Danii_Nel/1928467/