http://slow.writerscafe.org/TypeOPositive The original writings of author Janna Nicole en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775994095 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I see a man suspended from a tall ceiling, by a bar pierced through his stomach.Attached to the top of the bar is a chain, draping him down from the ceiling.Though no blood falls. Not a drop, even as he stretches his limbs out every which way.In between his movements he serves as a shield from the n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1160900/ This entry could be put into the dream journal, but I feel like it should be in a category all its own. I wasn't sleeping, I fainted. For the first time in all of my twenty years. As soon as I went unconscious, I immediately went into a dream. The room had an uncomfortable feel to it. It was pretty .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1144266/ His hands, like silk,glide across my hip.Around the side,sneaking around the fence,resting on my chest.A pulse is felt,but the echo causes change.Shaking and cracking the stone walls of the cavern.Evolving,adapting to the stories being told. To live now, means finding breath without o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1036438/ The chemicals are overpowering.Potent.I awake,aching for life.Though my body still hovers,just out of reach from the ground.Accepting uncertainty,accepting peace,my heart slows.I awake again,unaware of reason.Frantically attempting to feel.My whereabouts are only hallucinations.Pictures in the cloud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1036433/ The bricks rise up from their roots,and cast darkness behind them.Even the view from the towers within, is stifled.Lift your ear to the wall and listen for the echoes.Forget not the time,for soon enough the darkness will recede to the other side.The grey is enough for my eyes.So I trace with my fing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1036425/ Before reaction,even before recognition,is the moment of darkness.Find your peace there,or continue down the road.No tree is the same as the next.But the shades they cast,all flow in the direction of the wind.As long as there are no storms above your eyes,you will feel that direction,and attain the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1036423/ My armor is thick, and my shield is broad.I wear a brace made of foam.My chest is my shield.Broad and strong,to protect my heart from the tests I run into.Nothing is false. I am true.I question the need for such things.The beast that holds the guards strong,has two faces.That is what shoul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1036420/ A perfect mix of extremes.Knowledge, curiosity, and criticism controlled by will.Eyes of a witness.Eyes of experience.Eyes of wisdom.Confidence side by side with strength.The words of a wise man, with the voice of an angel.He is a warrior; He is a hero.He is one to be followed, as well as one to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1036418/ The colors are icy.Cold to the sight.When I gaze into them, the fire inside me dims.The fire will never cease to be blistering.But I decide where the embers nest.Giving me the home I have always longed for, I've grown comfortable.With just enough ice, and just enough fire, the two can live in harmon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1036410/ My wings rest, tucked neatly beneath my coat.They represent unique thinking, seeing above and beyond, a mind that could shatter the weak like glass.Looking down and out, upon all that is or could be.My eyes shine down light, not wasted on the numb.Questions are fairy tales, while the answers have fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1036408/ The blinding fog and the freezing rain cover all.Through this I fight, day after day.But my spirit burns strong.My skin is frozen, but I can still feel my way along my path.I do not know where the trail ends,for I am creating the map along the way.Wherever it leads me, I will always be able to feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1034173/ The last petal has fallen.I watched as it gracefully swayed to the ground. Do not worry.My rose will bloom again.Do not fear.It's thorns cause only temporary pain. My hands are scarred.Though the desire to hold my rose, lingers.Through my wounds, comes knowledge.A glimpse at the essence of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1034168/ The wind is Mother's sweet breath.I feel it as she whispers her sweet poetry to the land. The trees respond with the shivering of their leaves,and the waves of their branches.I respond with appreciation,and my prayers of thanks. The wind is Mother's sweet breath.Feel it,, as she whispers h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/1034166/ Ideas to start with:1. A fantasy worldThings in everyday life, twisted to something only the imagination can see. Random occurrences in my dreams. 2. Gods in Heaven, seen from all directions/points of viewFrom the south, the only thing they see is darkness. An everlasting shadow cast u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/901283/ Inspiration: Pink Floyd- Brain DamageI hope to see you,standing beside me.Here,on the dark side of the moon.The stars still glow,and the sun shines bright.But not here.We can watch the world,as it burns from within.As it flies away,piece by piece.In flaming little bits,shooting across the sky.Inspir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/897419/ Earth my body, water my blood, air my breath, and fire my spirit.We will never, never lose our way to the well. And the memory of the power of her living flame.It will rise, it will rise again! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/815519/ Have you ever seen something,that made you reconsider everything?All that you once knew,sank into the blue.Deep into your mind,you and the knowledge begin to bind.It settles in it's place,and starts to grow a new 'face'.Our new thoughts overwhelm the old,and our opinions start to fold.Almost like a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/796699/ I miss cold weather.Back at home we actually had seasons. Out here in California, the heat is dreadful. There isn't any humidity hardly, but I hardly ever feel a breeze. It almost seems as if 'wind' is only a myth. I can still look forward to winter, although it's nowhere near the same as what I'm u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/796195/ This is a pretty strange dream. I've thought a lot about it, but can't figure out what it could mean. It still makes for a very interesting story... I couldn't just make this up even if I wanted to.The beginning seems more like the middle of the dream. There were about a dozen or more people, includ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/785993/ I fantasize of a staircase,that goes up for hours.Outside the town,over which it towers.You can see for miles,atop these stairs.Standing there in awe,away from all cares.What lies at the top,is what completes the dream.A set of wings,made just for my back.Sight,is no longer what I lack. I can now fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/737069/ A poem by a 14-year-old girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/736554/ Self-explanatory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/733744/ 'Quotation Inspiration' Inspired by a quote from the movie Strangeland. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/733740/ The man's name was Vincent. I knew nothing of him. Given my reclusive personality, that alone should have driven me away. There was a mystery about him, and I found myself with a strange attraction to him. I approached him. He did not seem to acknowledge my presence. I could hard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TypeOPositive/733713/