http://slow.writerscafe.org/devinss The original writings of author Devin Swatman-Stewart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776117558 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fire.When I look at you, I see fire. I feel fire. I breathe fire.You are the fuel source, the heat, the oxygen that permits my fire to burn.Through the darkness, my fire for you will pierce.It will guide my way when all other paths are cloaked in black.The fire I feel burns so radiantly, so powerful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devinss/770974/ Winter? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devinss/770972/ a lot more rhyme-ish than my usual. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devinss/770971/ Short, yes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devinss/770970/ A thunderous shout, you lash back like lightningA hurricane of emotions crashes over meYou spin to face me with the violence of a tornadoYou are my stormYou give me blizzard stares, conflicting with your drought-hot words,Flooding me with confusionYou will always be my storm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devinss/770765/ Flash fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devinss/770760/ My eyes alight with the coming dawn, I climb for the sunrise.Upward, outward, forward. Onward.Every burden passed, I sprint for clarity.Upward, outward, forward. Onward.A freshness sourrounds me and I cast my gaze to the future.Upward, outward, forward. Onward.Mountain peaks beneath my feet, I am ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devinss/770758/ The mantis kneels down to preyUpon yet another unfortunate victim.Her black heart is widowed again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devinss/770755/ The wind outside blew so furiously through the window that it knocked a picture off the closest table. I, feeling tremendously inconvenienced, got out of my brown, synthetic-velvet reclining chair to go pick them up. Standing up all-too-fast, I got a head rush and had to balance myself against the o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devinss/767958/