http://slow.writerscafe.org/grip_raven The original writings of author Joel Crow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776066019 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15      Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I was able to make out the small green suitcase, one of three that had been posted days earlier to meet us when we arrived in Appleton. It was packed to bursting with fresh clothes, warm enough to keep me huffing through the cold on our expected ad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1998022/ Three young siblings find themselves embroiled in a mystery that surrounds the lakeside village of Appleton, where they are staying with their eccentric relative. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1997831/ A teenage girl and her two little brothers visit their great-grandfather's lake cabin as a frigid winter sets in. Tales abound in the village of what can be found in the fog... and what can find you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1995559/     The fall was late and the winter fast approaching, but the midday gradually became insufferably hot for Connor in his small, old, beat up Ford festiva, with no AC and 45 mph the ludicrously low speed limit on this unkempt, abandoned road that led him west towards the secluded comm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1995497/     Diligent gardeners, in general, are known to retreat to their chosen hobby during a time of emotional crisis, and this was the case now with Karen. Dressed in perfect neatness, and satiated by a cup of coffee and two slices of jam-spread wheat toast, she tramped out towards the to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1995496/     The reader should not be surprised at this juncture to learn that Connor Andrews was, by nature, a man of rigid schedule and habit. This characteristic had always been a comfort to his dear wife, Karen. With Connor there was order, security, and control. While the substance of his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1995495/     Connor Andrews had lain down for a nap after a meager meal of two small sandwiches, prepared by the soft hands of his beloved. She began slicing apples for him to enjoy upon awaking. In the quiet of the moment, a familiar rattling hum at the other end of the counter gave her a sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1995494/ “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth...”“It’s important to acknowledge, at this point, that when we say heavens, we’re referring not only to the ethereal and invisible world, or dimension, which God and the angelic hosts inhabit, but also the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1995488/ Connor Andrews, a traditionalist Christian, is stranded in a small town of various characters with embattled philosophies. But perhaps who is right is not the most urgent question for consideration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1995487/ The great and eternal struggle of parenthood: how restrictive and protective should rules be, and how unconditional should freedom be? Can any law protect from the darkness within? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1995278/ A son of the foundry falls in with a daughter of the fields. In his life before the only relationships he knew were vessels for transaction; in this strange new thing he is slow to trust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grip_raven/1995153/