http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cj123 The original writings of author Cris Gregorio en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776087500 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The smell of the crisp of autumn's leaves and the aroma of fabricated clothes were present that day-- it was Friday. The morning dew dropped onto Greg's face as he was trying to wake up. The illusories of his dream reminded of what he was planning to track in his life. "Bunso, gising na. Maaga pa pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cj123/2051986/ Death is retiring and needs to find a replacement for the job, not until the news arrived: An old man living in a cottage in the small town of Fairmont in West Virginia was found dead. Police sources claim that there is no motive behind the death of the man, and that foul play is incohesive. Vaugn, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cj123/2050111/ Moonlight's secrecy in a veil,Rushing in beckons twilight's hail,Like a fable; frog and the moon,Like a voice; singing out of tune,When time stops and all disconnect,It is not I who will deflect,It's the singing birds with sad chimes,It's the light in the darkest times,For this passi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cj123/2048122/ Coming home from his work, the old man, Tim, exhausted, succumbed to his emotions, as the anguish of losing his son's life could only have been compounded by his strong objections in life. Feeling uneasy, the grandpa took two bottles of beer from the shack and a sack of sunflower seeds to eat. Tim w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cj123/2046736/ Pictures that we keep on reminiscing,Bitter, yet abiding in the feeling,Wonderfully brewed coffee and tea,Soothing the warmth of what's once called glee,There are parts that will always be missing,Not unconsciously longing for something,Been asking myself, "what happened to me?"Lef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cj123/2046734/ Me HELLO MRS. DAISY http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cj123/2043297/ Distant starsEver-so appealingEquidistant dreamsHeaving in darknessRays of lightFinding its comfortChamber of secretsWaiting its time to be foretold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cj123/2043262/