http://slow.writerscafe.org/InkandTeaWitch The original writings of author MadamHatter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000669 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The lonely hours fall when You tell me to sleepAnd pull yourself free of my arms. When a distance of six inchesFeels more than a thousand miles And your soft breathing takes you away. The lonely hours fall when There are no more words for the Waking world.When dreams become your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkandTeaWitch/2085659/ A short story inspired by a recent bout of insomnia during lengthy stay in hospital. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkandTeaWitch/2080940/ Fantasy, ink-magic, and romance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkandTeaWitch/2076887/ For HimI loved you for a summerthat has not yet left my heartbut burns with the heat of the stars we loved to look at. I took my love and tried to kill it, bury it deep in ice and stoneso that it could not hurt usany more.But like those stars and lightswe loved,my love has never faded.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkandTeaWitch/2062590/ Various poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkandTeaWitch/2062588/ Gowner stood in the centre of his massive kitchen and sighed. He knew his foster-son was in there somewhere, it was just a matter of waiting patiently for the boy to reveal himself. The old man was angry, although not with the child, but Patrick assumed everyone was angry with him all the time. It w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkandTeaWitch/2022604/ Therewas once a blight that strode the lands of Condriel...Fivehundred years ago, the dark gods Calbion and Chanara came together to spawnthree half-mortal children; monsters in human form, with unholy gifts andtalents. Deep in the forests of the North, the Three grew strong and powerful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkandTeaWitch/2021051/ The old gods have been all but forgotten, old evils are thought vanquished. A strange child, found wandering, grows up in the seemingly safe haven of Eyre's Hold, where the Knights of Condriel dwell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkandTeaWitch/2021050/