http://slow.writerscafe.org/Strayer1234 The original writings of author Tyson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021687 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A brief monologue for a character in a play I'm still day dreaming up. Please let me know what you think! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/2031652/ Scene: A journalists (Curtis) office. Daytime. Theres a knock at the door. Curtis rises from his chair, confused,  to answer.Curtis: (Surprised) Oh! Luke! Luke enters stage right, maintaining his normal low energy and stoic posture.Luke: (Plainly) I’ll do your interviewCurtis: (taken abac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/2023294/ A student and his teacher were training on a mountain side. The younger man had great discipline and his teacher was well pleased with his progress. One day, the student arrived to find his master holding a large bucket.“Fill this bucket.” The old man said, pointing to a stream nearby. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/2020017/ The devils greatest trick was convincing the world that he does not exist. Fascism's greatest trick is convincing people that it will never happen again. Or, at the very least, not here. Not in my home country. Not in my home state. Not in my home town etc. etc. We’d all certainly like to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/2009920/ FootstepsDown a winding roadbroken bridgesBurning homes and cobblestoneOnly one set of footstepsI walk aloneThere used to be laughterBefore I was Wise enough to know fearHappily ever after?Boy you won'tFind her hereIt haunts my footstepsEchoes of happier timesNow I know I wasn’t happ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/2004084/ Saturday mornings had always been a favorite of Rebbecas. In high school, these lazy hours had been a lone peaceful respite during weeks of early morning practices and study sessions. A time to recollect and reload, and not feel guilty about sleeping in until nine or sneaking a cupcake out of her mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/2003787/ I wake up Another dayanother dimeAnother playAnother timewatching these sycophantsPreen pranceand cream their pantsover this Russian plant's song and danceThe lies are obviousTakes five seconds to fact checkThe people are nauseous International respect plummetsThe light on the hillgot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/1997636/ You caught a poet in a bad moodArrogant and mad rudeAnger pain and miseryThat's foodFor the demon inside of mewalls are bleedingI've lost all meaningMy thoughts retreatingTo a place where the only thing that matters is meA narcissistLyrical arsonistWho's art could justBring c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/1989383/ Didn't know where to put this. But I would love discussion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/1987718/ Reegan opened his eyes to October 31st , 2022. Just as he had every night for the last twelve years. He yawned contently, putting his little hand over his mouth as his ceiling came into focus. Looking up, a sea of green encompassed his vision. Every second or so, a white blur would cut across the gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/1982430/ What is the only thing a person can be sure of?  Humanity doesn’t even know what it is. At its basic core, when we slice to the center of it, what is the essence of a human being? It’s perhaps, symptomatic of a greater fault in our nature that we spend so much time pondering such a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/1967206/ Through the stone doors was a chamber of marble. Long as a football field, its foreboding dome ceiling towered over the group and contained no windows or cracks to be seen. The purity of the void only marred by thin silver lines which covered the rooms entire black surface; meandering and tangling l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/1962824/ A fantasy/psychological action story revolving around mankind's struggle against our own darkness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strayer1234/1962818/