http://slow.writerscafe.org/Curio%20Arca The original writings of author Curio Arca en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997372 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1459475/ When spring had come and the snow had melted from the pass, I’d often trek down the mountainside,Sit at my perch under an old, leprous tree, Watch the wayfarers and trade caravansPatter and rattle and chatter along the road between rocks. Sometimes someone would se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1459473/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1396958/ I was working towards a corner,Working on turning it,When the corner turned me. I gasped, reeled, said,“Is this real?”I fell in a heapOf trash bags with rotting fish heads and TentaclesSticking out. People passed by On the sidewalkAs if I wereJust another fish headSticking out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1396951/ It’s the same dream over and over.I’m wading against the current--I fell off a ship, I think--There’s no land in sight but there’s the horizonAnd I’m swimming away from the risingSun as if racing it to the other sideFor the sake of my life. I’m An awful swimmer an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1394842/ Once again guilt smote him; he staggered beneathAll of its intangible weight. When he shuddered his breath came out like smoke. But there were no ghosts, no forces greater to himThan the glint in his victim’s eyes That shone while he slept and kept him from dreaming.Nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1393220/ I look down from a broken hillside,Crookedly on the claws and nubs of root and stone,Head bowed, back to the lofty summit I’ll never reach.The battle wanes, or is it just starting out in earnest?Time ebbs or flows Like the gruesome fragments of a dream,Hurling themselves against themselves,Lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1393211/ Ordinarily Art wouldn’t have had much troublecarrying Velia, but now, due to his ever weakening state, each step was harder,and he knew that it would be impossible to go much further. Cataclysmic blastssmote the mountainside. Uncanny shrieks, like sheets of steel tearing, told thepain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1380526/ They navigated Sevrow roads in a direction thatseemed to be southeast. Soon Art’s fascination with the architecture of the Sevrowcity began to give way. He no longer cared to look at the exotic windings and protrusions.Beneath his unraveled interest was fear, fear of conflict with Sevro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1380522/ The wind howled like so many wolves. It was springnow, but there was a keen bite in the air. They were riding out of the gates ofHydred with fresh horses, and they turned east towards the land between theCercuil Mountains, Sevrow Country. Above the teeth-like Cercuil mountains, thesun was d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1377627/ Full moon. The eerie pale glow passed over andaltered everything, everything but the fire that blazed at the center of thehuddled Defangers. Art was wound up in a woolen blanket he had bought from apeddler they had passed in Horn, the last village they would stay at beforearriving at the ci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1377622/ Mark hurled his spearand its head stuck straight into the ground, a foot from where Art was sittingon a rock. “See that fine metal wiring wrapped around the wood,” hesaid. “That’s what kept it from getting snapped into pieces in that monsterbattle.” Mark was st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1377613/ When the sun rose the next day, the Wolf was thereagain trailing it. The villagers were still in awe and terror of the Wolf inthe Sky, but their franticness and despair while working had at least subsided somefrom the previous day. It was not until that night that something else happened... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1377606/ There were pockets of trees and shrubbery where thefenced in rows of beans and oats ended, untamed growth that could eventually befollowed down into a valley forest. Under the blanket of a near-starless nightit wasn’t possible to see much, but the whisperings of innumerable leavescarr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1377595/ This earlier project is unpublishable (I don't need rejection letters to tell me this), but I don't see why I can't put the ugly thing up on the web. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Curio-Arca/1377594/