http://slow.writerscafe.org/Grey-Wanderer The original writings of author Bone and Brine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013016 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I think that's a bus.It might be a truck. Or not. I can't see for s**t. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1146566/ Lots of snow and there’s no Green Tea. Ah, but wait! I have plenty of Chamomile. But there’s no honey. I cannot have Chamomile without honey.What is this? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1122783/ I keep the stories locked in my head. I keep them from you, out of fear that you will hate them. I keep them from myself, out of a deep shame for dreaming them up. The thousand, thousand stories and poems and pieces of prose are all piled up inside my head. A thousand, thousand voices all sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1122123/ So much has happenedSo much time has passedI want nothing more than to leaveTo walk awayTo go far away, until the stars start to dimI want to be forgot by everyone, by timeForget my face, forget my nameForget who I amI remain a strangerI want to be nothingI want to end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1066817/ I am the ChildPurity and InnocenceHope and Happiness are mineI love all without hesitationI am the ManMature, Grey-cloaked, A wanderer of the worldCuriosity and learning are mineI treasure wisdom and beautyThe wonders that areI am the MonsterHate and savagery Flow through me like bloodI mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1066815/ A man wise and powerfulA man strong and braveA man kind and gentleA man with a passion for life itselfA man full of stories and dreamsThat is the man I hope to be.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1031127/ The songs that are sungThey drift through the midnight airHow they speak of sweet nostalgiaThey tell of things that wereThings and people, loved and lostThe songs are stories and dreamsAnd they will stay with youLong after they are sung.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1021574/ Cat plays in the yardMorning breezeHow I dream of you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1021572/ Good morning, dearest. I trust you have had wonderous dreams. And now we wake up to a morning anew. A new dawn, a new day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1021571/ At night, it is so quiet. Not a sound can beheard, save only my heartbeat. It is amplified bythe silence of the house, echoing in the darkness. For a time, I amcomforted.For a time, my ownheartbeat is my lullaby. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1006829/ Today I stood in the rain and wept. I wept, rememberingMourning all the things that were.Lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled close byBut I paid them no mind.I raised my hands to the skyGrasping at the darkened cloudsReaching outTrying to hold on to what wasand shall never be againHow I&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/1006812/ “Stay away from the basement,” he was told by the owner of the house. “If you must go down there, make sure you turn on the light first.” The guest didn’t hear that last part. From the moment he laid eyes on the door, with strange looking symbols or runes carved.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/843773/ Death enjoys a picnic while witnessing (and taking part in) the last battle at the end of the world. A bit silly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/816125/ To all of my friends on writerscafe, I apologize for my prolonged absence. My mother has cancer and it's already progressed to stage 4. It's spread to her liver and lungs. Hopefully I will return and attempt to tantalize you all with new stories. God bless you guys. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/798207/ Yet another attempt at poetry. I added the element of some of my despair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/782538/ A man sits at his favorite place and reflects on a distant memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/763424/ Depressed and reflecting on his life, an insomniac is visited by something he created. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/752344/ ‎The Dryad daughter sat near the stream. Her golden hair shining in the sunlight. Her sapphire eyes stared into the water and became lost in thought. She thought of her lover. She thought of being with him again. And suddenly, there he was. All she had to do was think of him. To dream of him. Fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/752341/ It was raining again. Thunder rumbled loudly and lightning flashed very closely to me. I looked up at the sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Light was beginning to peek through the clouds and the rain slowed to a drizzle. The storm was going away. That glorious Sunlight, shining brighter as if it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/751380/ A REALLY Early Draft of the beginning of my Wiseman/Lightbringer epic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/747244/ A forest elemental is roused from his slumber as he senses his daughter is missing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/740388/ Begins with a dream a young girl has, then continues with an elemental from another world searching for his missing daughter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grey-Wanderer/740380/