http://slow.writerscafe.org/Caradoc The original writings of author Caradoc en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979976 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2951396/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2947872/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2946379/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2945730/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2945568/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2943883/ A lone girl is pursued by her father’s minions for the magic in her blood. She is joined by a dark spirit summoned by her call. Together, they must persevere against the forces arrayed against them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2943880/ I always find myself coming back here, to the foot of the hill where grows the Tree where Two Lovers Lay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2943622/ “There is a god in each society. So right is wrong, where wrong is right…” - Nothing Ever Dies, Kamelot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2918768/ … http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2885151/ … http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2882161/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2175484/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/2106333/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1974378/ Always those things, to us, forbidden, do we desire... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1942491/ Not the flame I want to be, but perhaps it is enough just to be me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1928333/ Something I told myself I would not write...but did anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1924551/ Closing the circle... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1922894/ Twenty words or less... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1921724/ For my friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1920990/ I think this will be my last... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1918502/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1913129/ Twenty words or less... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1911044/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1911040/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1897194/ In twenty words or less... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1893858/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1876948/ I was never "Sunshine"... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1864152/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1851156/ .... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1850424/ "No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it..." - Terry Pratchett http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1850053/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1850046/ Do you recall it's name? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1843659/ Almost happy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1842087/ Ill timed indeed... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1841125/ Would it change a thing? Or is it all the same to you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1835756/ "Vengeance is mine", sayeth the loving heart scorned... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1834246/ In twenty words or less... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1833465/ The roots run dark and deep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1830981/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1825542/ “It's in the soul of a city, what it does after it crumbles and burns. And it's in the blood of a hero, to know where he goes he may never return...” - This = Love, The Script http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1823658/ “It's in the soul of a city, what it does after it crumbles and burns. And it's in the blood of a hero, to know where he goes he may never return...” - This = Love, The Script http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1821255/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1820427/ “The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?” -The Premature Burial, Edgar Allen Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1820426/ "The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy!" - To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest With the Plough, Robert Burns http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1811906/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1806029/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1802932/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1800746/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1800641/ One last piece from the Poet Prince to a Queen from long ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caradoc/1796718/