http://slow.writerscafe.org/RippleofAqua The original writings of author Ripple of Aqua en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054632 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Pro•voke- Definition: bug; annoy; aggravate; pique; offend. Synonym: aggravate; disturb.What was that? Whatin the world was that?The wind whipped atme, pulling at my hair and my dress. I rubbed my hands up and down myshoulders, trying to warm with the friction, though I didn&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1137874/ Un•relent•ing- Definition:not yielding; inflexible; not easing; refusing to take pity. Synonym: bound; constant; endless; grim;persistent; merciless. It was late, yet my eyes refused tostay closed. The moon had risen late, and now slid narrowlyacross the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1137873/ Change- Definition: to transform; convert;nature; future course. 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Saked and ready with plenty of supplies for the trek East. With Marihamuttering to himself as they turned away from the cottage they were off, Kennasomber but almost skipping with the thought of seeing her mother again.Together .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1134556/ Why is it always the young who pay for the consequences of the old? Inspired by E.E. Cummings' "in Just-" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1133965/ What other people, or groups of people say, there is only what you stand for that counts in the end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1129775/ Blow, blow dear one, and watch it burn... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1115777/ Watch as destiney twines.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1093135/ Here is where our story begins. In Snow, In Fire, In Blood... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1093126/ Kenna, Nasia, the Daughter Born of Ashes, a child of misfortune, will now find the will to love and let live. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1093110/ 'Pricked from a thorn Trailing red along stone Stained white dress Twisted tales be told...' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1051218/ To share, even that little bit of light, will always lift the burden. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1045392/ Can you guess who my dancers are? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/1038455/ For a one so lost in their own memories, how could we ever see the world so bright after you leave? 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It's all grey, it's all ordinary.  You're gone. I pull away th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/987024/ With a love lossed, how could you go on? How could you survive? Inspired by the song Everytime We Touch by Cascada. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/987017/ With a love lossed, how could you go on? How could you survive? Inspired by the song Everytime We Touch by Cascada. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/987015/ What does it mean for us for Opportunity to be at our door? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/984961/ "Give the heavens above more than a passing glance..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/984794/ Inspire by the song Glittering Clouds by Imogen Heap http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RippleofAqua/982740/ Challenge to talk about what it would be like to see lust through women's eyes. 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