http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rhapsody_in_Red The original writings of author Mariah Jane en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024864 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 More like a very short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rhapsody_in_Red/1164685/ This is a story I am writing about a world where magical creatures once lived in peace with humans. However, Humans became afraid of what they didn't understand and began to kill of the magical beings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rhapsody_in_Red/775617/ just a fantasy story I just started... tell me if you think it catches your fancy... Need to know if its worth continuing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rhapsody_in_Red/775614/ Celeste made her way through thewoods, slipping and sliding through the underbrush until she heard horsespawing at the ground and merry laughter ringing from somewhere close by. 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Bitter tearsflow down my pain stricken face as I come to a realization, a realization thatall I want and love is go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rhapsody_in_Red/732875/ In My DreamsMariah Jane5-19-2011 In my dreams, we walk hand in handForgetting the pain that sears through theland.In my dreams, we can smile andmean it,Remembering that we are not alone here in it. In my dreams, your eyes do notlieOpenly gazing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rhapsody_in_Red/732872/ I see the petals fall off of a withered RoseI feel the rain as it falls down from Heaven’s cold.I feel the pain as it crashes through my veins… The darkness ebbs and I stand alone.Beside someone who I don’t even know. 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Molock paused in his pacing to look at him. “I suppose…but the shadow land there is completelygua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rhapsody_in_Red/728611/  ToWin or Lose?          Crowds roared all around Tyon as shelifted her hands in triumph, having scored the winning goal for her soccer teamin the World Cup. She had been exactly what the United States soccer team hadneeded to make it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rhapsody_in_Red/728606/ Ayoung woman bound and leapt through the dense underbrush as quietly aspossible. Two cozy looking bundles were tied carefully to her back and thewoman took care not to do any unnecessary jostling of them. The night was coldand dark and hardly any sound emitted from the forest around her.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rhapsody_in_Red/728604/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rhapsody_in_Red/728602/ T'was Longago, mi 'ert was stol'n away,By thebonnie lass with copper in 'er 'airShe wassweet, a 'ert of purest gold,A sweetyoung lass, a 'ert of finest Gold TheScottish Wind blows softly to the seaTheScottish Wind calls mi 'ert awayTwas thereI lost mi '.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rhapsody_in_Red/728119/ Melodies....     More thanjust notes on a page, or lyrics spoken in beautiful ways... Melodies are thesongs that are sung in the deepest part of our minds and hearts. 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