http://slow.writerscafe.org/ScorpionF The original writings of author Scorpion Flametail en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776089890 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem of love and longing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScorpionF/2022110/ Chapter TwoMalachiThe Summertown SerpentsMalachi was not an average Inferno at all. He was only seven, but he could do math equations his dad couldn't. He had been called a genius, but nobody ever accused him of being a wimp. Usually, if someone is over the top smart, they're either average .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScorpionF/2008786/ Four Hundred Years LaterChapter OneScorpionThe Dead PlanetScorpion was sitting on her throne, kicking her feet back and forward. Vipress, her identical twin sister, was doing the same. Vipress was wearing a grey dress, only two shades lighter than her skin, so was Scorpion. Neither of them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScorpionF/2007729/ Prologue"You Scorpios are pests. I'll take care of that though. Geo In Frigore Sanguis!" The planet, with a huge shuttering groan that shook the ground seemed to come to a complete stop. Hundreds of lights from star ships overhead looked like they tripled in speed. A horrible, complete cold stol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScorpionF/2007482/ Scorpion Flametail: A clever, secretive, young crown princess on a cold dead planet called Scorpio dubbed the Dead Planet, Malachi Reptilian: The smart, strong son of commoners on a blistering hot, crowded planet named Inferno, Rachel Crystal: A Crysalide girl who would like nothing more than for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScorpionF/2007480/ This is a science fiction fantasy book about an alien sorceress and her friends. There's a better description inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScorpionF/2007468/ I could hear noises coming from the living room. I lived alone and had no pets, so I figured someone was breaking in. I got out of bed, picked up the knife on the bedside table, and opened the door, slowly. When I got to the living room, the T.V was on and there was a girl sitting on the couch, eat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScorpionF/2006992/ No, stop, don't thinkNo, can't break the linkChained, caged, locked up tightScreaming, crying, into the nightOh, no one will hearNo, just ignore my tearsInto despair, I begin to sinkAway from all, I begin to shrinkBut soon, in the cavernous nightI almost think I see a light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScorpionF/2006984/ The wind felt like the lash of a whip,As she struggled through snow, up to her hip. Tears froze to her face, mixed with the ice and snow. If she would ever see daylight again, she did not know. On the outside, drops of ice clung to her lashes,While inside her, her mind and spirit burn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScorpionF/2006981/