http://slow.writerscafe.org/Royal_Borealis The original writings of author Royal Borealis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776239268 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "What time is it, Punk?" Ares asked. "Ah yes, I do believe it's quarter past-HOW WOULD I KNOW? I CAN'T SEE." Ben shouted. I only sat and watch. "Don't get smart with me!"  "Your right, I shouldn't. You might not understand me if I do." Ben snorted. "Well I oughta-" I decided I better step in b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2158875/ This is one of the more recent ones but I for one find it to be the best out of what I've written so far. Also fair warning, this one contains a bit of dark humor like most of my old writings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2155953/ All right so here's the first of the prompts. The club started a while ago so I've got much more but I'll try get a story up every week. Being behind on here means I can never get behind on posts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2153382/ Quietly waiting as the sun goes down and light leaves all of the world. Shadows creep over the world, filling all with dread, fueling children nightmares. It is darkness, it is death, it is fear, it is coming. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2067154/ Humans, they are odd creatures.They walk on their hind legs, and have poseible thumbs,but they are like other creatures of the animal kingdom.Humans are like Crows, they are cunning,Some Humans are like Hares, and are quick on their feet.Humans are like Chameleons, and can change their style,An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2059884/ Nothing.What is it?It's Nothing.But why?I've got no clue.All I know is that the thought of it makes me blue.Nothing is something.It's everything. But how?I have no clue now.I am nothing.You are nothing.We are all nothing,and that makes us something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2031060/ A poem for your enemies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2029762/ There's a dark cloud over my head, you say,Y'know it doesn't matter anyway,Life can be pointless sometimes,Life is a poem without any rhymes,So what, if a storm is brewing in my head, there will always be a monster under my bed,But at least my 'imagination' won't get me dead.Rain is the thing t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2028913/ When Scarlet starts losing her vision along with broken misfiured images. She begins thinking her eyes are "broken". What could be wrong with her? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2016409/ The Watcher will watch you. if you chose to watch it, it will watch you watch it watching you watching it just like how you watched it watch you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2015570/ Bad things come, bad things go, but watch out for the plague known as the Devil's Tongue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2011761/ How is someone a 'bad person'? How is someone a 'good person'? We're all just waiting to be praised by the sun,To be saved, in our times of need,By something anything at all, just save us please,And when we can't, our sorrow is what we feed.How am I an 'odd person'?How am I a 'nerdy person.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2011000/ Eric was climbing out the back door just as mom was coming through the front, and I remember the eerie creaking of the porch when he did so. I remember the ominous feeling I got when I lied to my mom and said that no one had come over that day.  I remember being rather tired, and it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2003294/ The sea is vast, and sometimes frightening. As the boy stared out at the water curiously, he noticed the waves getting rougher. His parents and older sister were at the dock, waiting to see the ship off. But not him.  He'd rather watch the waves. The land where the ship was going was slightly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2002992/ *The sea is vast, and sometimes frightening. As the boy stared out at the water curiously, he noticed the waves getting rougher. His parents and older sister were at the dock, waiting to see the ship of, but not him. He'd rather watch the waves. The land where the ship was going was slightly inhabi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2002990/ When will Mint and Pumpkin get back? Dandelion asked himself as he sat lonesomely on the couch. Cactus had came home almost immediately after school ended. Maybe he takes the bus? Dandelion knew that there were many, many bus stops from the school, to their base.  "May.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2002392/ the last chapter was to short... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2002369/ The walls were painted with crimson blood, his favorite color. The blood slowly dripped from the ceiling, as if raining down from the heavens. The police only found a wooden bat at the crime scene, with no prints. He was sorry, yes, but he couldn't stop himself.  He was a criminal, y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2002032/ Names are deceiving... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2002022/ I walked up to him and I remembered how I was both upset, and happy when I saw his face. It was, as always, carefree, and maybe a bit smug, but it was my brother after all.  When I got over to him, I looked around to see if anyone was around. Of course, no one was. But, still, those empty stre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2000883/ I remember what I wore that day.  An aquamarine hoodie hid under an orange jacket. Both hoods were down. I wore a green shirt that day, with blue jeans, nothing spectacular, I guess. My shoes, my black Vans, were soaked, as I trudged through the rain, jumping into any puddle I saw.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2000491/ So, where to begin, lets see shall we! My name is Kade Anderson, I lived in a large town, and a sketchy neighborhood. About three weeks ago, I think, I hope. Alright, let's just say it was three weeks ago, 'cause I don't know how long this icy prison has been my prison. So, three weeks ago, ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2000282/ its a really bad poem but i needed to get this across. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2000252/ At the minute, if you asked me, i'm terrified. The days have turned to nights, and vise versa. By that, I mean a have no idea what time it is. I've been in this room for, what has it been, three days? Four days? Maybe even a week, I-i don't know any more. I sat upon the bed they have give.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2000136/ Let's write a short fictional spooky book! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/2000134/ Today, I am a Turtle,I will hide within my shell,I will hide in my shell because i'm afraid of what people will say,Or maybe just because I'm afraid of the story today will tell.Tomorrow, I shall be a Cat,I shall use my claws,One minute I will be a softy, the next a dangerous mess,But, I hope t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Royal_Borealis/1998912/