http://slow.writerscafe.org/llandrum The original writings of author Lilia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776101807 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Percy Jackson has a lot on his plate, including impressing a girl he just can't seem to get. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1978989/ Candy is sharing the spirit of Christmas with all of her friends! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1976165/ After a successful mission, we made it back in to return the sheet to Headmistress Diane. Silence had been badly injured and would need medical attention, but he wouldn’t die. Being the only one with the free-time, or mentality to approach the Headmistress, I brought the sheet of paper to her... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1976161/ Not to be a whiner or anything, but this mission freaking sucked. Here we were, our second mission and we were all locked in cages from what I could tell. The only one who seemed to be gone was Silence. I sat in a cage that hung high above the ground, cramped and rusty. Sweetness wouldn’t look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1976159/ Right at 5, Silhouette and I had arrived. Decked out in black from head to toe. We were waiting for the team to arrive, and they were late. As per usual. Sweetness arrived first, Myra close behind. The Silence and Darkness. Katherine lumbered on in, and then Illumination. ¨You're late.¨ I co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1976158/ Now, you would think team missions would be ya’ know, applying the word team to work. But- well…. That didn’t happen. We arrived at the site, along midday, and we were all hunched behind this rock, viewing a gigantic nightmare. It’s skin was black, stuck out at edges, where .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1976157/ Please don´t let me feel this way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1971179/ A story of betrayal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1970851/ “Alright, first things first.” Silhouette stood at the head of the table and all of our teammates sat in their own seat around the table. “I need an introduction to all of you. Talent or half-breed wise.” Silhouette stated simply and turned to Katherine. “Oh, I’m .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1970601/ She was a girl. A girl that used to smile, laugh- sing. She was a girl, never before disappointed with anything. She was a girl, who on his birthday- took it upon herself to make it the best yet. Hoping he'd remember it for years to come. She took him places, the park, the bowling alley, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1970551/ It took about fifteen minutes to walk to the school, which was a-ok with me. I got to cherish the time in my day-dreams. We wandered down the dirt path to the school, and Katherine groaned, grabbing at his forehead in pain. “There are too many thoughts...People need to just stop thinking.&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1969233/ My eyes are running, and wet How it got this bad- I'd never getMy head hurt, my eyes soreAnd I let my heart pourI've never felt quite as badThen when I actually felt gladShe was gone from youLost from your worldNo more obstacles,Just you and I But you pushed me away- Fearful of the pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1967657/ I was the bird that could not singThe bird who had wings, covered in dirtBut I loved my tune,I loved my wings.So I sang, and I flew, and people said ¨Shh, someone better is singing.¨I sang my cracked tune louderBut even though I sang, those people still planted seeds in my headThat I was not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1965858/ He looked at me, weeks later, and the same fire we shared since the end of Tartarus stayed there. We sat in the mess hall for our last summer at camp, and I sat at the Poseidon table, by his side. People whispered, but I didn´t bother caring. ¨Can you grab one of those fruits for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1965554/ He just- floated away. Didn´t look back once. And I knew that I needed to fix things. And, find out about that goddamned ambrosia. Demigods can only have so much at a time before it starts affecting them. Literally, they could explode?Piper McLean, my primary target, a girl of Aphrodite l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1965553/ Nobody looked me in the eye. Not even once. Which was certainly fine. Until all the girls in Athena cabin edged away from me during break and lunch. This s**t sucked. How was I supposed to vent, when nobody wanted to talk? Not even Percy would talk to me. Which, I wouldn´t blame.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1965552/ Talk about maternal intervention. Or divine intervention. "Real flashy entrance, Athena." Quipped my idiotic boyfriend the idiot.Spiders hissed in the divine light my mother used, and Arachne still wounded, caved down, covering her eyes.  She didn't dare look directly at the godd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1964587/ "Stuck?" Came the light-hearted voice of my former boyfriend, "Looking a little entangled Wise Girl." He teased good-heartedly. "Nevermind that!" I laughed despite the situation, "Cut me loose!"Anaklusamos emerged in all its glory, and the webbing hissed as the blade scrapped the iron.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1964287/ Haha. She´s funny, I´ll give her that. Like Hades I´d let her and these other freaking terrifying spiders...invade Olympus. However, I knew that I was to play along with this little charade. ¨And how- exactly am I a key?¨ ¨With you as our bargai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1964280/ ¨Bring her forward...¨ Said a woman, her voice a soft, mothering tone. I felt constricted, and itchy, but mostly tired.  The bites I had received (from what I felt) had made my skin red, and swell. Surprisingly enough, I wasn´t dead yet.I opened my eyes and found my body enca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1964278/ Do you want to know the problem with encountering a woman spider?The fact that she is literally, a gods-damned spider. And not to mention the fact that my own mother, turned her into a spider. Without a doubt, she hates Athena and hates me. Serves her right, she pretended to better th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1964277/ My eyes stung and my heart pounded as I ran away from that scene.  That horrid dreadful scene.My heart felt like a dozen arrows were slowly piercing through the arteries and veins that ran through the organ, and ripping the fibers of the very needed organ. Why couldn't Mom just be pleased?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1964276/ There he stood, tall in the water, grinning and waving like an idiot. His green shirt dry, although I knew he had to be swimming before.  "Already in Virginia? Damn, Wise Girl!" Percy laughed, crossing his arms as he slowly approached.I balled my fists at my sides, glaring knives, daggers, swor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1964275/ I had been running for miles. Being in cross country throughout my high-school years hadn't hurt at all. But- this year, I figured after all this, I would be done running. When I had left, it had been about 3 am. Dark, and quiet I had time to burn. Now, it was around 8 and I was gods-know-where.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1964270/ He looked at me, his seafoam blue-green eyes searching for something. "Annabeth..Where are you going?" "Somewhere Percy," I responded before I turned away, facing the door now. "I need to find out- who I am."His voice became a whisper now- and he took hold of my hand, "Well... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1964267/ Ever since she was seven years old, Annabeth had lived at camp half-blood awaiting her own quest. Now, nearly eleven years later, Annabeth has a quest of her own. That she must do, alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1964265/ And that was how this all came to be. Not more than 8 years later, it was my birthday again. Luckily, I was explained this large time jump, but we treated my 408th birthday like my 16th.  “Candy!” Came my brother’s voice from down the stairs, whilst I lay on a cot, a blanket d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1963926/ 400 years ago, I was eight years old. Eight. Exactly eight. Not eight and a half, or eight and a quarter. Just, eight. It was my eighth birthday, September 5, 2020. It was a very warm, sunny California day, and all was well.I woke to pull the green overalls and a white t-shirt I owned at the time, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1963925/ Candy has been sleeping for 400 years, and now it’s her time to wake again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llandrum/1963923/