http://slow.writerscafe.org/wilmaking The original writings of author obvious pseudonym en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006293 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "I know what it's like to be afraid of your own mind." -Dr. Spencer Reid, criminal minds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/1060775/ all men are created equal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/834819/ the higher your IQ the more you dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/829653/  You’re run, so fast, to escape.  Everything you know and love, wait not love hate. You love nothing and nothing loves you.  You are worthless you are... BANG a tree branch you didn't see. The world goes dark and fades away      Bright, l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/800161/ smoke, fire, heat, choking, rolling out of bed, crawling to the door, bursting out, light, air, i can breathe.   that's how i woke up this morning. our cabin have missed role call, over slept. at least one cabin is set on fire every morning cause they didn't get up in the alloted 30 seco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/794213/ i'm not sending out read requests or forcing you to but go back and read the first one first. then this one will make you feel better http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/786204/ back to schoolnot againsummers hereand i don't want it to end can't we stayjust a fewmore months i like the suni like the sandno obligationsnothing but fun hanging with friendsor in the watersleepovers on teusdaywhat day is it again? but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/786197/ "oh crap" i mutter under my breath. and shoot the nearest zombie IN DA FACE!!! then to conserve bullets i go and roundhouse kick the second one under the chin. the already weak with rot, head goes flying off. splattering me with bits of gore as it hits the ground with a sickening thud. rounding arou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/785343/   I stop there’s a rustling right behind me, it’s not a zombie they are not capable of stealth but that doesn’t mean they’re the only danger.  Humans loot others for food and other supplies, to keep, barter with enemies or bestow to friends.   Sure gi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/782878/ SLAM!!!! 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Who ever they are. I'm gonna take her with me" and with my mind made up I pulled the paper clip outta my pocket. After fumbling with the lock on her wrist for a while the shackle po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/772212/ why were you born!!!!!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/768935/ the greatest storm in the ocean dosen't prevent the regular incoming and outgoing tides. -Raymond Charles Barker http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/768915/ DING DONG!!!!! the doorbell rang through my one bedroom apartment. i let out a girly squeal that i'm never gonna do again and amd running out of my bedroom as fast as this stupid dress would let me. i was wearing a full length, ruby red, halter top dress with sparkles all over it.  my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/762437/ "Oh my god... She's gone...what can I do...I can't just leave her". I was pacing back and forth. I had gone to the nearest safe place. It was on Chamberlain Street.  I had outrun the security guards easily but I didn't know if they would come looking for me. So I came here. It's always open for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/760380/ The kid stepped out first. A look of utter disbelief and shock upon his face. He had a cooler in his hand that he dropped as soon as he saw us. His caretaker or kidnapper came out second. A couple of black trash bags in her hand. Pressing the button on my wallow talkie I started to talk to my partne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/757443/ "Ma. They're coming. The copper found us again!!!" I was yelling running from my post on the roof to our home type Thingy. Running as fast as my gangly 14 year old legs would take me. "Andrew" she threatened "this better not be another false alarm or I'll get out the belt" "it's not ma I heard the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wilmaking/756712/ This world we live in, I don't remember it any other way, but there are still those who do. The adults, almost all of them remember, before the new race, the Chocomans, Chocos for short. They look like you they act like you but it's their blood that makes them different. 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