http://slow.writerscafe.org/drewthunder The original writings of author Stormy Wright en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072659 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a cigarette buttflattened and exhausted.seven minutes of pleasureused up until stepped on.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewthunder/2072879/ waiting at the door like a lonesome pup, waiting for the Owner.scratching at the door in desperation to see what's on the other side.sitting.waiting.letting the mind wander until it burns out.the sense of someone's presence is near.is it the Owner?immensely staring at the door to see a man in blue.g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewthunder/1959622/ why am I always tired?is it the games? the laziness?maybe the nine to five work schedule.I try, and try to stay awake.oh, honey.  I want a divorce.I can’t say that to her, she’ll kill me.let her.it never ends, she never sleeps.I’m done, I’m tired of being beaten down by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewthunder/1958969/ there was a woman,Beautiful of sorts.she envied for a man, every night she wanted him, but she never had him.one day she took a trip to a nearby gas station,not for food or to fill her car, but to get back at the man.she was lonesome, full of Doubt and Misery.upon her head was the color of pure dark.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewthunder/1958166/ pristine haircuts, oily shaves, skinny ties and sharp suits.Smoke becomes the routine of the healthy lifestyle.drowning in beverages to get Lucky the night before.waking up ill by the odor of sweat and vomit,Gagging at the stained sheets and carpet.wallpaper peeling in rows as a crop field is picked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewthunder/1956940/ as the sand felt comforting beneath my heel,I possess this emotion I truly feel.the tide extends toward shore as it wakes,while nature creates it to evaporate, condensate, precipitate.rain falls hard and fast onto the solid, steel railway.as I catch myself off topic, I know what I need to say.there .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewthunder/1956549/ Pain is Envious,easily aroused and always wanting more.It slices and splits open the forearms of our children.It's the moaning of desperation rather than of pleasure.destruction of the Core is purely destruction of the limbs.Pain spreads through the branches out of the trunk, burning the falling lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewthunder/1956187/ this thing called sadness.why is It cruel to me?It keeps coming back as a pestilence to an evolving species.i shiver by the sound It makes,desperate weeping,The horror,The echoing horror.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewthunder/1955910/ People rule the land.  planting, building, destruction.We are always moving, every constructed street corner, to every embedded greenery.the streets of suburbs to a simple, quiet coffee shop.  People are moving as We speak.movement of an average middle-class man, full of sloth and distaste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewthunder/1955679/