http://slow.writerscafe.org/ScottThomas The original writings of author Scott Thomas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984182 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A woman confronts her strange neighbor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScottThomas/2663541/ 4 contestants enter a cooking competition with deadly consequences. Meet Freddie Garcia, Evey Reynolds, Anastasia Hunter, and John Adams as they take you through the most intense round of cooking ever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScottThomas/2582662/ Response to a Reedsy weekly writing contest prompt. Two pirates on a ship find themselves on a deserted island with a treasure chest. Chaos ensues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScottThomas/2553854/ A young man finds himself practicing family dinner conversations in his last place of solitude: the car. Through his self-dialogue, the narrator, Jay copes with things he doesn't truly understand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScottThomas/2553850/ “Mother dearest” I called, she had to have heard me.  She sat in the kitchen, waiting for Mr. Guthrie When he didn’t show, I knew she would sob For 14 days now that’s been her job She waited and waited until darkness took over Drinking her wine and smoking h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScottThomas/2070918/ Johnny swung on the swing set, watching his classmates play in that awful sandbox. How can they? He thought to himself. That box is filled with dirt and mud and cat s**t. At least that’s what mom says. I can’t play in cat s**t. What if mom ever saw me playing in cat s**t? Would she hit m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScottThomas/2069657/ What should I do today? The question came to me every single morning, however, I usually disregarded it. Morning wasn’t a time to think, and it always crept in on me. Funny how it did the same thing every day without ever having the decency to ask my permission. The routine had become somewha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScottThomas/2029785/ Up the hill I stagger;Fatigue Heaving with every breath Seasons changing with meMy legs chop their way through;Broken Climbing against the density Heart and mind meet in despairAt the midpoint I rest;Ponder Looking down the path I tread Curiosity filling the groovesStanding with uneasy confidence;Do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScottThomas/2029759/ The moon burns with intimate redNo spotlight to guide usWe must follow the sea to bedFor only at night hope finds usIt casts a somber hue aboveThe ripe apple we all reach forAnd as we sing our songs of loveWe will look back on this burden we boreIf daylight finds us, we sacrifice lifeWe must be crit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScottThomas/2029756/ The ghost of my past whispersSo gentle when he speaksIf I listen then I'll miss herBut he is cunning in his speechHe asked me broadly "Is it sure?"No hesitation from my beakI said, "Of course; I cannot miss her"The ghost determined called my answer weak"Do not be so sure" again he whispersThe air lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScottThomas/2029747/