http://slow.writerscafe.org/vbermudez The original writings of author Kayla Amaro en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106055 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Kaisra wiped the sweat from her forehead. She focused on the sound of Kian’s heartbeat, searching for the right time. Ba-dump.She exhaled.Ba-dump. Too slow. Ba⸺She pounced, aiming for Kian’s neck. He dodged the blow swiftly, missing the blade of the swo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/2005216/ Inspired by the Twenty One Pilots song with the same name. This is about a girl who asks her beloved to leave her because she doesn't have much time left to live and the pain it causes the narrator. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/1989450/             Weeks had passed. Weeks filled with laughter and tears, weeks filled with going out with friends and meeting new people, weeks filled with sunrises and sunsets. Weeks filled with searching. Searching for peace.Searching for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/1988625/ Andreas and GeneralEinhard were both on horseback, dressed in elegant military coats that weredecorated with insignia. Behind them were three whole units of soldierstrudging their feet through the snow behind them, pulling their coats tighteragainst their bodies as a wave of body-numbing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/1967237/ Kaisra slowly opened her eyes to seeKian and her father sitting on her bedsides, exhaling in relief. She realizedshe was in her room. Pain suddenly pounded within her skull as a flood ofmemories poured in all at once. The YDS. The cave. Saving Elise. The ForgottenCatacombs. The monster t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/1966688/ Pondering the things that happen in the middle of the night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/1965894/ The carriage arrived promptly at Lord Cornwallis' acquaintance's estate. He stepped out first to hold out a hand to help Jem to descend from the coach. They then walked inside, arm in arm. The other guests present were members of the elite class, members of Parliament, and officers of the British na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/1965869/ Jem woke up with a jolt. She knew she slept for a long time from the grogginess she felt. She stretched, hearing all of her joints pop. Someone began walking slowly towards the drawing room. That's when she remembered. The Earl. She jumped to her feet, heat rising to her cheeks, and tried .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/1965867/ The next moment when Jem was truly conscious of her surroundings was when she found herself back in her father's study, him admonishing her for not having a presentable enough posture. 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I'll bury my feet in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/1965846/ After the whole scene in the desert with the poachers, I began to have faith that Lyvia was starting to come to terms with how the universe works. Her words that day... I didn't expect them. While I roamed the Earth, sometimes I see her there, at the patch of desert wildflowers. I stayed true to my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/1965845/ After what I saw in the clinic, after I met Sephtis, I no longer felt the desire to give life to any other person. What was the point in doing it if all they were going to do was give those lives to Sephtis? I refused to let him achieve victory that way. I roamed the Earth continuing my wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vbermudez/1964632/ Lyvia?She was too young. Too new to everything. The second I met her at the clinic I could practically taste her naïveté. 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