http://slow.writerscafe.org/Vintella The original writings of author Dewella~Vintella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051787 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The vehicle was dark and quiet as it rolled over the dirt roads of the country side, I stared out the window into nothingness. Stars covering the sky were like tiny reminders of the way the house had looked as we drove away, and single spot of light in all too much darkness. It felt kind of wrong th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vintella/2940010/ I stared out the open window and watched and the sky bled from hazy pinks and purple to inky darkness, the summer heat faltering with the absence of the sun. I sat in the nook at my bedroom window, a forgotten book sprawled open next to me as I watched the sun set. I sighed to myself, sinking lower .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vintella/2939770/ This is a piece that I am currently re writing. 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