madelene henry dowe | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/madowe The original writings of author madelene henry dowe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043879 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Brandy I wrote this before Harold Camping's end of days, just playing with the ideas of what would happen if he were to be right, and a consistency viewpoint I had wanted to write for some time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madowe/743309/ it was something like a mixture of nails on a chalkboard and figure skating It was something like amixture of nails on a chalkboard, and figure skating. First off, there werenails. Long ones.And, therefore, therewere fingers. Stubby fingers, that the nails were stuck intoLike clay. And long,thin plastic talonsItching to crawl acrossyour sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madowe/729748/ you think I walk funny the documentation of the beginning of the end of my self esteem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madowe/716551/ I want to hold a book burning Iwant to hold a book burning.Allthe books I cherished; I want to see those spiteful words go up.Thenourishment of youth squandered; light them just to hear their cries.Pageslifted from their bindings, freed like birds shot down. Allmy worries, all my past regrets... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madowe/716511/