http://slow.writerscafe.org/Head_Tiger The original writings of author Marcus R V Fielder en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024955 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Task for Textual Interventions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/630513/ Suppose youwere the last. Just take a moment. Suppose you were the last, what does thatmean? It means that you have watched us all pass away; either that or it hasbeen some time since you have fled this place, this place where you’ve beensitting for the last few hours, thinking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/523555/ Task One For Creative Writing, Year 2 Semester 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/509258/  I worry about you my unparalleled friend,turning to books for an emotional fix,but offering no wounds I’d have to tend.Talking matter-of-factly about platonics.existing on point to be on one’s own,deflecting advances.What if, when sixty years have flown,you have los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/486063/ A commentary on the story Inspiration which I have posted earlier. Hopefully it will make the story more interesting and fill in a few unanswered questions :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/475364/ Story About How Poets And Authors Used To Get Inspired By Taking Drugs, I will Also Upload A Full Commentary To This Incase You're Interested :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/475362/ How have I come to think of my presence on this planet?And the fading negative I leave when I departI do not leap to the footprints in the sand,More like the ivy lost from the wall outside my houseAnd how it leaves its image in imprint in the mortarHow I will come one day to only exist in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/464585/ Palms pressed up, unflinchingly on the glass,Hands like these,Light eyes stare, locked in those glimmering blacks,That give it back to you,Our worlds are parted by this glass,We are different, in the race; we are a leap ahead,I look into your world and you look into mine, Each others z.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/410154/ Red and blue kites tumbling in the wind,Lying in a sun bathed field.Tall grass whispers,Jeans wet from dew.Beams gleaming and filter through lashes.Grasping for dandelion faeries,Holding tight and making wishes.Light up and smoke new clouds,They wander and then whip away.Contented .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/410152/ Reworked And Added To For My Fourth Creative Writing Portfolio. "Transposed" from the image. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/409028/ Another transposed piece from semester two. A story transposed from John Donne's Poem "The Good-Morrow" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/395062/ A transposed piece from my second sememster of creative writing. Transposed from the story of the same name by A.S Byatt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/395060/ Found this in an old diary, It was about Ullrich, who i met in Amsterdam. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/350665/ Today is the school trip to the zoo. The pupils of class 5B are dressed in warm clothes, hats, scarves and gloves. Lunchboxes at their sides, and the few pounds spending money the teacher said they should bring burn holes in their pockets.“Does everybody have a buddy?” the short, plump.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/348158/ Did you ever wonder where rainbows come from? Another portfolio piece. After the inital idea i decided that the rhyme scheme should be AABBCCDD and so on, so that it was boucny, lyrical, like a nursery rhyme, which fits well with it's subject matter :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/346545/ I can barely stand it,I think of You,And there's warm sunshine on my face,Fingers entwine, please, lips lock,Stroke through curls,Cheek to cheek, warmth,Breath felt on neck, shiver, brushing skin,All I want, to touch Him. Kiss, Chest, Neck Mouth,Tongues swim together,Kiss .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/345025/ The sunshine is beating through the flower-print kitchen blinds, making the patterns more vivid. Outside, birds are tittering. A gentle breeze is wafting through the window, and through the cat-flap, making it tap. Mrs Wilson and her daughter Kate come down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mrs Wilso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/342603/ The paved path in front of me stretches out,A mass of hop-scotch grids all lined up,Fuzzy hedges overbear each side of me,The winter wind races down the path straight,Echoing out, blustering the hedges out like a ceiling-less tunnel,It’s like a stampede of invisible monsters rushing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/339492/ A Sestina, of some description, for my creative wrting class. This was unbelievably difficult. You want a challenge, try a Sestina. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/334263/ We are thrown together in a courtyard. This is the first day. All of my new classmates, from all different schools are here together in college. Nobody is talking. Everyone seems to alternate between three different states. First, there is the curious stare, searching around the courtyard, looking a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/331316/ The sun was brimming above the far edge of the valley. The forest was beginning to come alive with noise. The sun, like a conductor, was stirring his choir into song, the birds, chirping and tweeting along to his instruction.At the edge of the forest track, Sophia recognised that the harmonies wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/331315/ Enigmatic dreams founded on silver-lined clouds sunlight glimmer, on water-top shimmer chaos of lightening and blinding glint. Reflections distorted and skin wrinkled.  weightlessness abounds, penetrable ceiling and sandy floor. sphere of vision yet eyes are stung by vicio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/325616/ My first task in creative writing was to write a story with an unreliable narrator, or and ambiguous ending, or both. I think i did quite well. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/325612/ A moment during my weaker times, questioning freindships with my first year floormates. How Wrong I was to be :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/322922/ I want to make a film.i want to do short updates on youtube detailing the process.but can't make a single one without feeling like a f*****g emo.i also can't afford a cameraor think of an entire, gapless, hole infested plot,and therin lies my problem.i want to write a novel.but my lack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/285350/ Stupid,i am confined in this reality,like i'm from a parallel universe.you don't exist,but i still want to meet you. I'll meet your friends,i'll fight your enemies,because inevitably,they'll be my enemies too. Scoop me up from this Earth,take me to a new one,becau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/285344/ i wanted to create a story with ambiguity. is jo a girl or boy? is the narrator? i also love this line "Handsome , straight, but with a little bend in the middle". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/270429/ contemplating feelings of lust, their importance, and realising that lust is all it is, what i have now is much more than lust could ever be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/261915/ i don't want to go out tonight,they aren't my kind of people,they'd probably just stand in the corner,looking awkward, feeling feeble,begging and pleading for the party to finish,they're self-confidence and courage start to diminish,they'd drain all the alcahol, to feel more secure,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/259869/ it's likeInk rotting off the paper, a slow decay,like a scarlet fire burning, dwindles, and dies away,a piece of white bread forgotten and turned to green,just a part of the narrative, the mise-en-scene,but it's me that feels transition, this post-modern teen,a mighty looming mounta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/249886/ i am like a chocolate Easter egg,i am like a newborn mind,i am like a great big cave,i am like an unfilled kettle,i am like an upside-down cup,i am like a unused cardboard box,i am like a disused wardrobe,i am like a rotten log,i am like a unused paper bag,i am empty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Head_Tiger/232436/