http://slow.writerscafe.org/northwinds The original writings of author LunarSong en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018896 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 350 word hook. A short story I wrote for a scholarship application. — And rewrote six years later to compare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1769522/ I am a little seedDisplayed in noble deeds.I have the powerTo tumble towers,To part the fountainAnd move the mountain.I am the levelerTo the wine reveler.But I myself can do nothingWithout yourself to do something.I am the strength of mankindThat gives sight to the blind.I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1644403/ I am still a kid, only seventeen, Yet I've beheld many an ancient scene. In Salt Lake I once saw the Dead Sea scrolls, Written by scribes and stashed away in holes. Saved through the years from the raging weather, Left torn and delicate as a feather. I've played music penned centuries ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1587052/ "Come unto me, all Ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest" Matthew 11:28-29(KJV) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1480702/ There is a God in the heavens Who watches over me.There is a God in the heavens Who I just cannot see.There's a Redeemer of the worldWho gave his life for me.There's a Redeemer of the world Who bled to make man free.There's a Comforter in men's heartsWho whispers peace to me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1456018/ "O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, thy will be done." Matthew 26:42 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1448687/ I have not seen angels descending from heavenAnnouncing great tiding of joy and peace for men.I have not, with others numbering eleven,Been called by Christ, in flesh, to go and follow him.I have not seen him, resurrected, before me.I have not felt God's power shake the very earth.I have not even se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1329858/ "So Jasper, I mean the Dreskno forged, wait is that the right word, or is that only used if you forge someone's signature?" Alexia asked. "I don't know," I said rubbing my head. "I'm sorry, it just didn't sound right. So anyways, he faked your handwriting?"  I nodded, rolling my eyes. "Ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1322499/ I sat in the front office with Jasper right next to me. I could hardly keep myself from casting glares at him. It didn't help when he would periodically give me a smug look, that would disappear into guilty glum. Our English teacher, Mrs. Anderson, and our principle, Mr. Williams were standing in f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1317395/ The stone room was large and well crafted. Gold, silver, and copper glinted in the fire light, inlaid into the many polished columns carved with intricate designs. But I couldn't tell you much more because it was too dimly lit. Torches lined the walls but their light seemed to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1316841/ "So, have ya learned anything?" I asked Alexia the next day at school. She nodded. "I stayed up until three in the morning reading," she said with a yawn, and rubbing her eyes. "Really?' I asked, yawning myself and casting her an annoyed look. I had stayed up until around ten and part of that was s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1312792/ It took me thirty or so minutes to read through it all out loud, it probably would have taken me less time to read it to myself but I had a spell-bound audience. Cynthia and Alexia were sitting attentively, leaning in closer to me, and listening carefully to my every word. I must admit that mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1309583/ I’ll stick to my stories,I’ll stick to my fair words.They bring me no worries, With their fantasy swords. No, no, never mind that,I want an adventure!Goodbye my lovely cat!To forests I’ll venture!Watch out world here I come,With my wit and humor,And some ink on my thumb.I will take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1308939/ Dreams vivid in my mind,Dreams of my own designBut then I awakeAnd they flutter away.I capture images,Write them on my pages,But still most elude me,Fly far over the seaOf oblivion hollowWhere I cannot follow.But sometimes I'm lucky,when talking is a key,And for a dear while,With a lovely smile,A dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1301732/ Now I must go my separate path, But I do not leave with wrath.Do not cry for me my dear friendDon't you dare a tear for me shed.For we shall meet soon again I swear,But for the present I bid you fare-Well, my dear friend, adieuUntil next I see you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1301636/ A poem I had to write for English that I think turned out nicely :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1270441/ "Let's go talk to Cynthia," Alexia said to me after math class. "Wait, right now?" I asked a little nervously. "Yeah," she beckoned to me. "Do you know of a better time?" "No," I admitted following her over to where Cynthia was still gathering up her stuff. Though I stood off a little while Alexia .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/1248778/ "So how is it so far?" Alexia asked me when we met up after lunch the next day. I shrugged, "I can't decide whether it's fiction or not. I mean it's written almost like a history book, but then parts of it seem more like a fantasy novel." 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I decided to take advantage of the latter and moved outside of his field of vision, with in one swift motion I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/956371/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/956163/ "Dustin! Someone's at the door!" And shouted at me from the living room. "You're closer," I said walking from out of the kitchen to the door. "Not anymore," he said and I answered the door despite finding And so irksome.  "Hey Dustin, can I come in?" Alexia stood on the doorstep in tears. 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I shout.Tears stream down my face.Why'd he let it out?I warned him of it,Told him the dangersBut he didn't heedNow I'll pay wagersI, who caged it there,Am it's one victim.It came after me,I even told him.In defence trapped it,I am not to blame,now I cry and sit,too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/806886/ I take away your power,And enslave you, make you mine.You will end in surrender,I give you the ease of swineI drag you under in chainsNicotine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/804980/ About life when it's terrible, and all the moments that are great. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/803508/ "Can I have another cookie?"I asked Jasper.He shrugged his shoulders, "Idon't know, ask my mom. Hey would you rather watch Phineas and Ferb or...""Phineas and Ferb," I answeredbefore he could finish.He flipped it on as Katie walked in.Katie was Jasper's little sister. 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Oh sorry mother," I say looking up from my embroidery.My mother shakes her head with a slight smile bringing up the corners of her lips. "I was saying that maybe you should go down to the market and see how Lancelot is coming along.""Yes mother," I nod sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/793407/ What kind of government lies to its people?Tells them that they're protectedWhile they have us injectedBecause we're to hard to control by triple?What kind of democracy is this country?When what we say has no voiceWho's president is not our choiceRepublic's are great, but why can't the see?What kind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/792646/      I slumped down on the bus seat next to my friend Jasper, resting my head in my hands, running my hands through my dark hair.     "Why are you in such a bad mood?" he asked looking over, his sea blue-green eyes shining with amusement. He had light, curvy, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/northwinds/763631/