http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nephil The original writings of author Nephil en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004728 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sort of a story I started a long time ago. This might be a prologue of some sort... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/345691/ Ugh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/170643/ EDIT:I wrote this so long ago... I know so much more about things NOW than in high school... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/165477/ Don't buy an iPhone. You don't need it. No one does. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/155812/ And introduction to Lain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/145916/ Dark fantasy story. Not dark as in 'vampires,' dark as in 'humans.' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/86254/ Teenagers visit an abandoned carnival the night before Halloween. One of them is a homicidal sociopath. Fun insues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/86250/ From the perspective of one of my colorful characters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/70231/ Written about a bomb threat that happened at my school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/68504/ About a girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/64343/ Had to write it for school. Not very polished... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/60134/ Simple, crazy short poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/58639/ Silence. So eerily quiet now. What can I say? I mean… I did it. I finally did it. My heart is racing…Oh, Vivi, can you still hear me? Her eyes still are open, twin cobalt pools of wet light. Should I be sorry? It’s just… I had to do it. There was no other choice. I had to&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/56967/ Autri stood in front of Vivica’s house after school. The cool wind blew through her short brown hair and sent a persistent chill down her arms, along her stockings, and up her plaid skirt. Over her shoulder was her schoolbag, hanging down to her waist with her arm resting on it uncomfortably. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/56966/ Read it. Read it now, you net junkie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/56958/ DelusionCrash. What in Jesus’ magical hat was that? Mina leaned against the white wallpaper and it shriveled at her touch. The wood molded in dark splotches as the paper thinned and peeled up. The plague spread across the floor and walls as the sound that had startled her repeated, a thrashi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nephil/56952/