http://slow.writerscafe.org/Holly_M. The original writings of author Holly M. May en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093263 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is the beginning of comic series that I plan to write soon, but this is the beginning of beginnings as the World was still being made from a point of view that has been rarely seen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./998157/ Summer Marie, the woman of all men's dreams.&nbsp; 32DD, 26, 34.&nbsp; Curves in all the right places with skin of the purest silk, except around her dainty wrists and ankles that hold the key to her story.&nbsp; Within those curves the mystery only becomes more tangled and entwined like the overgro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./955271/ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;In the great Old West,a warm breeze held the cold dirt which was soon kissed by the rays of therising sun. Those rays soon fell upon a wooden home, simple and worn with age.The stone chimney spat out grey smoke, and one would think.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./897320/ Here we sit,The air brushes ourskin,Hoping to hold on towarmth as it grows cold and grey,Our breathing growsquicker as we grow near.Our hands touch as thesun touches the sea,The heat of our lipspress the tender flesh, Like the rays makes thewaves blush.Her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./889352/ See that man?The lines in his face,like that of old parchment,See who he is?His eyes becoming moredistant and deceiving,The curl of his lips,sneering and poisonous,I hate that face,That face that makesmy flesh crawl,That face which possesLucifer himself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./889337/ In my darkness there is only one light,Your dashing smile shines through the fallentears,And our passion ignites the darkest night.&nbsp;I was lost when you saved me from my plight,You hold me tightly squeezing out my fears,In my darkness there is only one light.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./889334/ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The room was barely lit by sunlight, only the glaring florescent white lights burned their eyes.&nbsp; She couldn't help but notice the pale blue tents set up, her fellow kind lined up as if being drafted.&nbsp; Now in the front of the line, a white scrubbed nurse peak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./818734/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./818728/ Eyes of the vast sea,That is what he has.All the distance, all the wonder.What lies within the depths,Depths that posses no end;If I were to dive deeper,Would I never return,Or will the sea spit outAnd leave me wanting more?For now I shall enjoy your relaxing waves,Accept your embrace.Rock me gentle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./818691/ I dedicate this poem to my grandpa who passed away a few years ago. RIP grandpa <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./818569/ &nbsp; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./800313/ It's funny&nbsp;how I think of you,Always&nbsp;wishing,Always hoping.I wished you cared about me,I hoped you often&nbsp;thought of me.It's funny how you enter my mind,Without a specific reason,Without any relevance.Through my day you'll pop in my head,My heart starts pounding,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./707143/ In this cell, I liedon the cold dungeon floor,With nothing but rags,rats, scraps of paper and little ink.I felt the icy breathof Death on my neck,A cold tingle up myspine,My breath shatteredthe silence,My heart shook thecell with every thud.I longed to scream tomake it stop,But my voic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./707128/ There she stood, At the top of thehill, Under the tree theyused to call their own;The one where he wouldsing to her,The one where he wouldhold her,Where he would whisper,&ldquo;I love you.&rdquo;She smiled in thought,Of the times he madeher laugh,The time he screameddown over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly_M./707110/