http://slow.writerscafe.org/DianaBishop The original writings of author Diana Bishop en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024821 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Soldier He was there last night in my dream. I don't remember where we were, maybe in his room where he resides far away across the country because the walls were coated with white and the blankets beneath me were not my own. From what my mind could make out, I woke up from r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DianaBishop/1966938/ The Night The torches that gently lit the night air through the abandoned streets shined like embers as they caressed their man made flame. Each flare acted as a guide to whomever may have been trying to find their way home again. The forceful and howling wind pushed and shoved me in every direction.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DianaBishop/1965969/ Quite I remember that it hurt watching those around me hurt. Knowing that some of them have seen what cold blooded murder it; merciless, heartless, cruel, unyielding terror. Some of them were not in attendance that night when they should have been, yet fate had other plans. "We go every ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DianaBishop/1965956/ The Shooting  I was lying awake in my bed, tossing and turning, my mind was unable to turn off. Thoughts of the following day were flustered and jumbled all together preventing me from falling asleep. The kind of thoughts that consisted of how I would speak during my presentation tomorrow,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DianaBishop/1965924/