http://slow.writerscafe.org/McKilla The original writings of author McKilla en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093367 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I play conversations in my own mind, trying to find a better way out of the loop. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/2018938/ It's not tagalog, and it's meant to be a piece for two people. Maybe it might happen, maybe it won't. Just like the poem says, aral muna. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/1729632/ She was patient, she was kindLoved she was, yet she waits for its returnIn a middle-aged state of mindLove, she began to see, was blind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/1726740/ I'm not desperately in love or searching for love. I just found it desperately sad to lose someone, in different situations, twice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/1507102/ I get frustrated when I write.Because when I do, I know I write to please someone.Someone who would judge me based on how I think, how I feel, how I describe them.What if I see a sculpture, as it represents love, but you as hate?And I may have thousands of reasons to explain how it can be love. You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/1503854/ Shannon thought some more and tried to piece things together   I don't get this... This woman named Angie who has a telescope and seemed like she was spying on the mayor... BRICK... This just doesn't add up! Gah!! What is this...?---   Just as Shannon was about to finish .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/948034/      The two used the staircase on the way up and Jenkins muttered something that Shannon didn’t quite get. Something about reaching the crime scene last. With Jenkins gasping for breath, they reached the room last. And they were the last to see the body.   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/943664/ Thomas Alden's Office, Cambridge, England, August 17, 1895, 8:33amThe authorities got the area secured, local citizens surrounding the building with dread on their faces as they heard news of their mayor murdered savagely. "Ugh, this is quite...disgusting..." said Shannon upon seeing th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/940125/ Remembering my friend from above... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/884173/ I.O.S.O. HQ, London, August 17, 1895, 7:56am  Shannon had finally arrived to his first day at the I.O.S.O. Standing in front of the department doors, anxiety fills him to the bone. He takes a deep breath, he clears his mind. Before he enters, he puts out his wallet, pulls out a picture of him a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/776438/ In London. August 17, 1985, 7:00am     The Coffee Cup opens around 7 o’ clock in the morning every day. This was a small cafe that you would find in the middle of the streets. Although it was not popular, there were still some people who come here. The sun was shining, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/770862/ Rose among the many thornsFace it, I'm just different from youYou've caused this heart to mournAnd you've painted me blue Blue among all the red,Still nothing special to youIgnore me, admire them insteadThere are things about me I wish you knew Each day I watch them picked outThinking my t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/766272/   August the 16th, 1985... This is a story about a man who's life is about to change forever. It was a cloudy afternoon in the streets of London, where our protagonist, Shannon Sommerset, with his wife, Jillian were about to start a new life together. Walking from a romantic day with each other.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/759933/ After Shannon Sommerset lost his wife, he is dedicated to find out who or what murdered her. And it's not only his wife that got murdered... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/758680/ Well, this is probably my favorite one because I wrote it with someone whom I love very much ... :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/753755/ You created the Genesisthe path towards Your promiseNo greater love is there than thisthat for us, Jesus laid the life of His Then You gave 10 commandmentsYour people, You always defendYour love, it just never endsAnd Your plan just makes perfect sense Then You gave us .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/750182/ It is a hot summer day,And I am thinking of what to do today.There’s nothing much to do but play,during this time of May. I ask for one thing, and only one thingfor this time,a little excitement in my life So I start thinking up of words to rhy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/722453/ I woke up one day,In a forest, tranquil..I wandered aroundWith adoration and will. Wind, so inviting,As the grass cleared up a path..It leads to a flowing riverSo clean and clear enough to take a bath. And i saw a steed,Mighty indeedI rode th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/722452/ personality number one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/714921/ First poem!I thought of it after hearing footsteps in the attic when no one was there.and watching discovery channel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McKilla/714236/