http://slow.writerscafe.org/crazysox The original writings of author crazysox en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990594 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem about humanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/1122912/ A very short description piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/1122331/ My knowledge of gay sex. Yes, good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/1029720/ A while ago, nearly two years ago, I got a chair. I was so excited - I finally had some furniture in my room, other than my bed and that lamp. I used to sit there, all the time, just thinking. Sometimes I would read a book, other times, I would write a story. A lot of the time, I would just sit the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/915851/ A short, gruesome, gory tale of a preschooler and her dollies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/893733/ Summary to get you CAPTIVATED! Oooooooooh....! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/889066/ The book I wrote for NaNoWriMo....haven't finished it or edited it yet, I'll be posting chapters as I edit! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/830169/ Just a little thing I wrote as a message to a lot of people who have thoughts about me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/826780/ I admit it; I'm a hypocrite. I make the rules, and yet I break the rules. But I wasn't always like this.Rule #6: No secrets.It started a few months ago. I was sitting at my desk, thinking. All I ever do is think. I think about old rules, I think about new rules, but this time....I was thinking abo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/799845/ I'm running. Running, running, running. Faster than the wind. Faster than my feet. Faster than whatever I'm running from. I duck under bushes and brambles, over rocks and weeds, around trees and stumps. It's hard to believe how good I am at this, considering what I was. Yet I'm wondering wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/799321/ An introduction. I guess. Maybe a prologue. Idk. This story is not planned out well! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/799033/ Full description below.... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/798961/ I slowly sit down.  This page, just like the first, has no writing on it. However, this is the page that’s bookmarked by the leather strap. In the centre of the page, a photograph as stapled. It wasn’t five-dimensional, like the ones we have nowadays. No, it was obviously from 2010,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/797721/ two friends tell a story through small words :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/796481/ Little wooden signpostLeaning out of the groundI feel that it must be quite lostFor there are no pathways around.Shall I go up and read it?I don't know what it might say,But I feel it shouldn't be left hereTo be read another day.So I walk through the meadow,And it says but one word.I think that it f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/790798/ I take a lookUp from my bookTo see a horror sceneAnd I don't even blinkOr dare stop an thinkTo look away from the obsceneAnd the people, they flyAnd the passengers cryAs the pedestrians tryTo dial nine-one-one.But I just sit and stare'Cause I don't really careIf the people inside are still thereOr i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/790742/ Read and find out! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/790683/ I scream, you scream, we all scream for.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/789111/ Jolie opens the journal. What will she find out???? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/788683/ Chapter Three             I return to the kitchen, where I was reading the newspaper. I had only gotten through two panels of Garfield before Peter knocked on my door.          &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/786967/ Peter has proof. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/777295/ A picture poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/775878/ Chapter 2“I’m-I’m sorry, I must have misheard you. Am I your what?!” I ask the man, dumbfounded. “….This is where Jolie Aubrey lives, isn’t it?” he asks, taking a step back to double-check the address. Seeing that the address was what he had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/775549/ Are you my mother? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/775473/ A writer without a penA duck without a wingA boat without a captainA singer who cannot sing.A reader without a bookA bear without a friendA light without a shadowAn email that won't send.A dog without a tailA sock without a shoethey aren’t nearly as depressingas I am without you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/775201/ PrologueThirty minutes from now“I’m sorry….you’ve got the wrong person.” I say.“No, no, I don’t! You’ve got to believe me!” The man, despite how insane he must be, is desperate.“Listen to me; maybe someday, you’ll find the wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/775192/ Meet Jolie, a widow with no children and the ability to remember everything. Every detail, every date, she remembers everything....except her son. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazysox/775190/