http://slow.writerscafe.org/mrsillypom The original writings of author Jamie Trower en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013031 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Set in New Zealand, this play tells of a year before the death of Regan O'Brien, a sixteen year-old Pakeha girl still trying to work out the intertwining stories of her life; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mrsillypom/969882/ I am sad today, because I have a story. It is a beautiful one, let me assure you. But I can’t share it with you. It wishes to escape my pale, thin lips as I lay here and stare into space. I close my eyes and feel my heart beat in my ears. I feel the touch of Gods fingers against my hand. Thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mrsillypom/741505/ The Town House that Mr Sarp had lived in for several years created shards of triangular light through the slit of early-morning fog, stamping great tattoos against the concrete walls of the church. The sun was yellow, high in the sky, and blaring like a mighty eye looking down over the world. Mr Sar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mrsillypom/741503/   The little boy inside of me is alive but is not well.It is like a light has been switched on. Not a bedside lamp with a warmish glow �" but a floodlight on a football pitch. Dazzled by the beam, I stand starkly in the realization that the woman whom I care for is ill. Mentally i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mrsillypom/741502/ Swimming in the still mist of pure golden sunlight: the mountain forest seemed a perfect Eden. Clamorous birds fluttered in the canopy, and morning sun bled through the treetops, casting piercing shards of slanted light through the haze. Ever so often, the mist parted for a wandering animal inspecti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mrsillypom/741501/ The Supreme Court house on 130 Centre Street, New York City, reminded me of Mansfield Reformatory in a way: the grey, crumbling columns supporting the roof and the people �" dressed in grey suits, holding stacks of scribbled paper and hissing under their breaths to each other as they hud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mrsillypom/741497/