http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pens The original writings of author Ink en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775948511 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I don't know why this happens.A moment I am happy then I am sadIn a minute so determined then in another I am not.I start working with focus and then have an unfinished task,Talk to others sounding productive, coming home feeling like trash.Smart and determined in the morning, hopelessly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2037957/ It is still dawn when Cal awoke and prepared his things. Grandpa was right they have not thought of the woods. But today he himself will bring his boys home. This kind of mischief is not new to him, he had his years with his twin before they took different paths. He will bring them home together, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2036423/ Now let me take you back to Cal , Andi and Grandpa. "They ran away! Oh what kind of mother am I to have my children run away from home!" Andi cried"No it is I, they are children and I give them a patch of life , no constant always changing always moving and now they had rebelled! What father.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2036419/ It was indeed a fine day when two lads began their steps. You may had been to the woods once with the same amount of sunlight and had no troubles going to and fro inside. However as any day can turn like any path, their's did, no sooner they walked at least a thrice a meter they noticed the dim clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2036415/ The light of day creeps from the window to the wall of a room with walls of mahogany. The light bathed the red-ish wood and created an illusion of bright fire in the room. With the bright concoction , two pairs of eyes opened slowly at first but then blinked rapidly. The first boy threw his blanket .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2036413/ These boys went home. Reaching their house they wondered why not all the lights are lit. But if you are ten aside from this question in head you cannot enumerate all reason of such. So they went in and bid their parents love, kisses and hugs, went to grandpa and gave him respect, hugs and forehead k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2036412/ Amidst the windy tales of fall, the dancing trees and musical leaves, the immovable mountains of green and brown , the melody of nature, there in center lies a world. This world is small afar, just right in mid and big when near. Of course you are to be a child to think likely. Now this partic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2036408/ A short story that I wrote on 2013. I just got inspired by fairytales and thought it was some unique idea to come up with my own http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2036407/ James stood silently watching his wife put their twins inside their beds. "I told you that lullaby will work" Amelia slowly stepped back from the cribs not wanting to disturb her two babies."La vie en rose, who would have thunk" James smiled at his wife's uniqueness. Amelia Wright is a woman o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2029948/ Grace got up her bed and started her morning. A cup of coffee, a touch of chocolate and a sprinkle of bitterness. She stopped at a wall with a framed paint by numbers Van Gogh. 'Hmm, where is that picture?' she tried to remember where she put William's and her wedding picture " Oh! I left it at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2028691/ “I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.” ― Virginia WoolfThis.This is the happiest day in Grace Welsh's life. Had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2028609/ "I am telling you Grace, you have to consider where it is at this point. Make plans..." "I have them" "Then make phone calls" "Oh please" Doctor Wright soften his facade trying to talk down a steady patient. Grace Cutter never backs down, he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pens/2028513/ Grace Cutter had been given her life's countdown. She is going to die soon and no one can tell exactly when. 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