http://slow.writerscafe.org/knixsilva The original writings of author knixsilva en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776117527 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 read and find out :* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/1125130/ I wander in the realm of yesterday,In a world of past events,Time is an ever traveling nomad,With footsteps of torment,With every passing moment he brands us with a scar,We'll bear these emblems with us,Wherever near or far,I envy the TIMETRAVELER,He challenged time to a race,we the envious people,o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/736795/ Doubt            There Kate stood down the other side of the Aisle. She was mine for the taking. Just several steps and an exchange of vows and she would be mine forever. Everything Kate and I had ever experience in our relationship were simpl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/724084/ The Kiss            We arrived in New York City around seven. The sun had gone down early as it always does in December. New York was cold that night. The chill bit through the thin Jacket I had worn. The wind flew through the open window of K.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/722310/ Baby StepsThere were no stars in the sky that night. There was no full moon illuminated by the light of the sun. There was only Kate’s eyes, far outshining all other lights that dared to challenge them. Night had come early because the sun fled for fear of losing its job to her eyes that cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/722307/ Deja VuI woke up on that floor as a king. Kate lay next to me, she was my queen. I knew I should have let her sleep but I couldn’t help myself. She was the only thing I wanted in the world more than anything and there she lay next to me. Her beautiful brunette hair that was straight yesterda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/722297/ Run AwayThe cold winds ripped through my skin filling me with chills. I didn’t bring my jacket this time. I was almost home, it was morning. I could picture my father waiting up home with hands itching to hurt someone. He wouldn’t call the police though. He never did, he hasn’t c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/722294/ 19 years old            Today is just another normal day for him I thought. I knew very well that my father was not going to remember that today was my birthday. I didn’t expect him to. I don’t care much for birthdays anyway. It&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/722292/ FlashbackI remember everything about that night. How her beautiful brunette hair fell between my fingers, the night I met Kate. It was the middle of November and there she stood in the middle of that vacant parking lot. The darkness of night prevented even the strongest of eyes from seeing past th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/722288/ read it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/722286/ An man who believes he can ignore another mans pain goes crazy from his own ignorance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/711605/ Just kinda down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/knixsilva/711485/