http://slow.writerscafe.org/Thalyn The original writings of author Thalynx en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776116675 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 !f !t breathes, k!ll !t http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2026142/ Sally And Her Daddy Were Feasts For The Worms, The Cryptor Child Was Next http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2015351/ Two things were runningthrough Felicity’s mind as the word, cold and vacant, addressed her ear. Thesewere those things: who and ow. Ow, as her collected stump met the cold of thevarnished wooden table leg. And who.           &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009022/ ‘And as if we did almostforget about my little…’ It was Kroll. She slammed in with a frosty smile,reeling in a neck too long for its head. She had an aprin and thin slippers, ahousewife by all standards, drizzled in food stains. ‘Darling Felicity, how are we doing?&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009021/ When shewoke, many hours had passed, but it was impossible to tell how many. She was looking out on the window, half open. Theink-blotch shadows framing it. The Oaktree rumbling in pain. She tried her arm,it flexed timidly. Her left arm was welded close to the chair. She tried movingher righ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009020/ shallowedinto a long, wide glade of patchy dust and grass. Trees clustered like wounds,masses of rock kept the low, burning sunlight at bay. The garage wasbleach-smelling, cheap and dank. She picked up a pack of chewing gun, the cheapkind that denies you flavour on the 4th or 5th chew and gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009019/ “6 nightseast was where they found shelter, food was little, but their company wasaplenty.”The nightFelicity Jane Dahmer took off along Harrows Steep, she was very hungry. The carslid along the winding road like a thread, the bends ran a thin carpet of ice,and the car skidd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009018/ ‘Come on, come on.’                Madam Kroll hung over, her face a head away fromFelicity’s. She was a dark smear across the copper light draining in from thehallway, her eyes were like slits, peru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009017/ Finally, …                She was walking, knee-deep in a rug of water. Herfeet were enveloping in sand, so she made good pace. She had left the 4thtree and was nearing the 5th with a spring in her step. Herr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009016/ ‘Good morning,’ the voice said. CLAP.She didn’tbelieve it. It was still dark; the moon was a milky eye peering through the oaktree. If it was morning then it was very early morning, that or she had sleptright through to winter. The voice was quiet and directionless, carry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009013/                  As the world was a blinking shimmer of moonlight,fading back and forth across perhaps 6 hours, what came to Felicity’s mind andstayed there for a long time was a turtle. Not a nice one at a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009011/ Kroll was a head distorted inthe glass of a cylindrical vase. Her eyes pierced through the interweavingstems. Felicity’s eyes bubbled open slowly and carefully over a stretch ofperhaps 6 minutes. Clair de Lune was nibbling at her sleeping ears for longerthan she remembered being awake... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009009/ The beating of the quietchest, then came the Holy water. Suckled from the orifice of a gargantuan, tropicalfruit, opened in a coned split in the centre. Leaves like wings hung from themagical tree, arms stretching and inviting. The sky fell through; a blue deeperthan the sea puddling in at h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009006/ Shetried, at the end of everything, to open her eyes and feel the beating of loveinside her. She scavenged memories, raking with her bare hands through the oiland muck. Like greyscale portraits; her father (step), her sister and themoulded likeness of Jesus Christ hanging- bearing a limp, fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009002/ Felicity Jane Dahmer is under the care of Madam Kroll, and she is losing her limbs in The Forge. Who is Madam Kroll? Who walks the hallways at nightfall? Who is the man in the corner watching it all? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/2009000/ Sarah and her father join in a trip to the theatre, one that takes a most sour turn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985306/ Robert wanders in search of Ellie. Unfortunately, he finds himself in the right place at the right time- and changes his life forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985305/ Lewis has a soul altercation with his mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985304/ Robert and Ellie meet in the streets of Redoak. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985303/ Sarah Winter details the arrival of an unfortunate visiter to her therapist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985302/ Robert, with his folks, arrive in Redoak. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985301/ Ellie Boyd lives with her mother in Redoak. One day, she receives a most unlikely visit from a very strange and very tall man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985299/ Robert lives with his mother and father in Lester Valley, and is desperate for adventure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985294/ Two families set off to Redoak, in the height of the Vanishing, to attend the funeral of Greg Ethan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985292/ 1969. Sarah Winter finds herself in a nightmare that seems all too real. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985288/ A death in Redoak County prompts the intrigue of a journalist who gathers his family for a funeral. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1985286/ 1st part of 5 part anthology series of short stories set in the Infinite End. All will be revealed as the overarching story progresses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1948066/ Itwasn’t such a joy in the winter to be watching from the inside out onto the funbeing had without you. This was clear from the moment young Ellie Boyd steppeddown from her bed and onto the rough of the wooden floor, and not the pure andcrunching snow outside. Looking out upon the rows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1946610/ Redoak11:00pm,June 10th1958 Thedark was heavy, the auburn mist lies over the dusty landscape like a duvet. Thestars are spatters of white paint on a deep black canvas. Her hands are hot andher energy shoots through him in shivers as they lie atop the piercing cold ofth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1946369/ 1986, ‘Redoak’ Arkansas,America,Earth,World 67. He knew something was wrong on the 22nd of last year,when the bagpipes stopped playing. They didn’t.Every day they would whine like dying banshees at the crack of dawn, which forGregory Ethan happened to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1946052/ We knew something was coming when the witch doctors came. they took our old, our sick, our helpless. we're going to stop them, at the cost of our future. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1946051/ Brief intro to the Multiverse, the Guardians, ghosts and the omni-war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1939200/ the science and history of the Multiverse home to the Alter. Separate from the story itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thalyn/1939199/