http://slow.writerscafe.org/redevangeline The original writings of author red.evangeline en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775254320 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 this - wretchedthing this - ghost of a shadow of a thing this - nameless thing that stalks me,has stalked me since the white blur of childhood optimismpassed me by, taking with it the righteous and all-powerful God that was supposed to protect me, this - creature,a strange and fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redevangeline/2092936/ I sometimes wonder what it would be liketo have that thing called peace of mindto be someone whowasn't in a constant state of comingundoneit seems so strangethat there are people who don't spend their daysjust waiting to breakhow did I end uphereshakingcrying and I'm trying withall that I have left .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redevangeline/2087673/ childhood is a field of blossoming flowers an old two-story house covered in splintered wood, and the way sunlight filters through a broken window on a cloudy afternoonchildhood is pastel dresses and hair tied up in ribbons walking home with shaking legs and the weight of a secret to keepchildho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redevangeline/2087087/ around me, only silence...inside me - waves that roil and crash and are never quiet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redevangeline/2087084/ the World made them lesshuman bodies heaped upon one another shapeless, seethingclingingtoan almost imperceptiblelight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redevangeline/2087082/ what is madness?a horizon   that       recedes      forever,a brightly colored oblivion,a fever, hummingwithin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redevangeline/2087079/