http://slow.writerscafe.org/WolfDurican The original writings of author WolfDurican en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053380 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The gods in my head stood quicklyTore into my stomach, my throatI apologized through what I’ve wroteBut they keep cutting, teasing meThe sound of the bells hitting the concreteThe old man stooping to bless my feetI didn’t ask for this, leave me, leave meI know the sounds of a breaking wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WolfDurican/2058794/ If this is the place where the world tippy tiltsOver the edge, into the void, into the place whereAll of our hard work has amounted to nothing,I have scraps of dying birds that want to be better birdsAnd those birds with my alchemical savvy�"all that I have�".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WolfDurican/2058788/ I climbed to the highest hill expectingTo find myself pulled down by rubble,But found the stars were shining brighter,So I settled under the light, expecting silence,But the sound of voices raised in harmony were stayingSo I reached up with my brush and paintedA myriad of gli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WolfDurican/2058786/ Izara had three older brothers and one younger sister. His brothers’ names were Agara, Zerezic, and Hallone, and he could remember a month or so before Loro came into his life when they went with his father to the war.He recalled that it was early morning when he fell from his bed in time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WolfDurican/2039210/                 I think it was that day that changed everything for me. I think you were the thing that I needed more than anything else.                Izara sat on the edge of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WolfDurican/2033796/ Izara is coming of age in a country of Lyalltines, people that can change into wolves. He must come to terms with the war and his budding friendship and love for a girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WolfDurican/2033794/ Give me back my child army, our uniformsscuffed and dirty as we walked along theoutskirts of town. We stared upat the sun until our minds meltedand we laughed at the shapes inthe shadows, though the dark gave usnightmares that were staying. Tell those kids we use.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WolfDurican/2033411/ If I sail away on the higher windsDon’t blame yourself, don’t blame meBecause I’m not your problem andI recall the days when I wanted to be I’ll never be the gentleman you wanted,Blood will always be thick in my fur, andWhen you catch my scent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WolfDurican/2030614/ Lying in bed, staring at the far wallMurmuring stories quietly like a patient.Can’t stay awake and can’t manage to sleepWatching over the wooly backs of sheep And you may remember me when I wasTaller than I was on the inside, brighterThan the brightest me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WolfDurican/2030593/