http://slow.writerscafe.org/Haunzwurthe The original writings of author Haunzwürthe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081453 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Such a long drive homeIn that blackened nightDarker than a loveless heartHeadlights dissipate to nothingAnd follow the broken yellow lineTo nowhere Silence is the invitationThe open windowFor that desolate wandererIt lurks just beyond the blackWaiting stealthilyThat invisible.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/1926437/ The beginning of a story I'm working on. I'll add more as it comes to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/1877256/ They stand tall, they stand shortSlim and wide, they line the roadThey press over, crowding togetherShading the lane with their arms Waiting patiently for that momentTheir quiet excitement echoes With hushed conversationsAs the impending parade nears .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/1464866/ the brain bleedsits constant flowof muddled nonsenserandom fleeting snippetsfrom songs ideas and dreamsfrom memories and fantasiesinto a thought riddled pureewithout form denying coherency             &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/1433044/       BerniceShowalter loved sharks. From the tiny aquarium pets to the greatwhites of Hollywood lore; they were her life. They were graceful andcunning, beautiful and deadly. So much so that she had spent heradult years living up and down the North Carolina sea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/1191054/       Theheavy, brown curtains kept most of the mid-morning sun at bay, onlyallowing thin strings of yellow light to streak across the room. Themusky odor of alcohol, cigars, and sex was nearly illuminated by therays as it kept a not so inconspicuous presence from y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/1142455/ 4th and final from a few hours at the beach http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/1016438/ #3 from a few hours at the beach http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/1016437/ #2 during a few hours at the beach. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/1016435/ #1 during a few hours at the beach. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/1016434/ Part of a group of professionals, Valdimir Jakovski (Jack) has bee hired by the US government to explore the survivability of a new planet, part of the growing human expansion beyond Earth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/975545/ Weaving strands of dustSlink across thisDry river bedThrough upturned lipsOf cracked islandsMud that once wasNow needingPleadingFrom an aching thirstWith parched bushesDepressed treesSparsely line the bankOverhanging this empty shoreSadly searchingFor a sparkling sipOne by one they have leftFor fear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/954327/ Sometimes, our fears are based on a truth. Other times, they are the truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/953797/     James Stanley Morton sat in one of the two walnut stained rocking chairs smiling contently.  On the outside, he was a Forrest Gump poster child wearing work gloves.  On the inside however, his hamster was on steroids.  There was an air about him, a smugness, as thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/953534/ Due to foreseen and preventable circumstances... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/942981/ Curious fingertipsExplore gracefullyOver velvet skinTouchingLeisurelyAlongSeductive curvesTemptingTantalizingMiniscule mounds riseHeightening sensitivityCraving moreHeating desirePreparing the fleshImpending ecstasyAwaits. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/940971/ I didn't know I was dreaming. I thought I was lying in my bed, slowly awaking after a dreamless night.There was nothing to suggest otherwise.My pillow, sleeping bag, and alarm clock were all in their places.There were no killer whales swimming through gymnasiums.There were no talking animals, bubble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/923475/       A team of doctors huddledaround the operating table working methodically. Their calmconversation eased the tension coming from beeping monitors and tubesattached to the body on the bed. They moved with calculatedprecision, directing the nurses about the roo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/906749/ Lyrics from Ozzy Osbourne's "Mama, I'm Coming Home" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/905123/ early sunlight againstmorning dewsparklingdishonestlyunderneath 39 pairs of bootssave onethe call to attention pops soles together(souls together)in unisonfeet at 45 degree anglescovered and alignedsave oneit is time for allto face the realityknowledge sharedharshnessbrutalityof losssave onethe roll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/902636/ Listening to one of my many favorites, "Welcome to the Black Parade", this first line locked itself inside my brain then took my hands hostage... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/895682/     "Hey!" he yelled through the door.  There were people all over the street, climbing on top of cars and his balcony.  "Emma, get the paddle, Imma teach 'ese brats so' manners an' respec'."  He slid the door open and began yelling at the people sitting and standing on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/890144/     BANG, BANG, BANG!!!!    "Mr. Jef'son, wake up!"  Sherry yelled from outside the apartment.  "Hurry up and open the door.  I have your lunch!"    Angus lay still on the couch, his head on the armrest, right arm and leg on the floor.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/890133/     Angus had stayed inside all day, glued to the TV in childish wonder.  If the arrival of intelligent life could have been kept secret, the subsequent world tour would have been no match for powers that be.  YouTube videos, Facebook updates and news organizations around th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/890132/ XXI.    The morning of September 20th, the visitors to the Great Wall of China at the Badaling tourist center had already begun their assault on the open portions of the monument.  Families took pictures with their kids against unsightly backdrops of thousand year old bricks.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/890123/ When your expectations don't match what's in front of you, look left and right or else it will drive you crazy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/886262/ Pretty much how I write most of the time... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/885798/     110107.3bp "I should take the time here to document what I have learned so far of this race of beings.  It would be incorrect to call them new because they have existed in a technological world longer than we have ours.  I was originally shocked by their simplistic origi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/885294/     It all started with a weekend phone call to the FBI's Cyber Crime Task Force in Philadelphia.  Jarvis' apartment was indeed emptied.  Clothes, food, furniture, everything that wasn't attached to the ground was removed for processing.  It became immediately clear tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/885292/     The glimpse of the unimaginable, the religiously impossible, the one thing that spawned imaginations of countless children, artists, and pop culture phenomenon across generations moved slowly past the space walker and his giant space Polaroid.  It was a spaceship.  Plain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/884378/     If you watched the NBC Nightly News on September 19th, you saw the exact same thing Angus, Chief Brennan, Betty, and every other Tom, Dick, and Harry saw that night.  Brian Williams conducted a live interview with an astronaut performing a space walk on a mission to perform m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/884377/      That was the last anyone heard from Jarvis, at least from Earth.  The FBI indeed took interest with the equipment, condemning the building under the bridge in the process, and evicting the residents.  Pushed out like ants after their hill had been kicked over.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/884376/     The Chief was red faced and he stood, arms folded, snickering to himself.  Everyone else had varying expressions of disbelief and confusion.  Avery sighed and talked towards the monitors.    "Every file I've listened to so far has been this dry, void of an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/884348/ My brain started leaking and this is what came out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/879608/     "This is Jarvis Alton Bertstrum.  I am beginning the search for what MIT would not let me finish out of their own ignorance and fear of the unknown.  I will attempt to regain the signal emitted from the Eta Cassiopeia system approximately 19.5 light years from Earth.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/876456/       "Em blue boys done fount 'im out Emma!  Ha haaa, sure did!  I'n give up my erv'rythin just ta see what he'n been up ta all'is time.  Jussa li'l peekaboo 'sall."    Four other cruisers had joined Richie's and the apartment was filled with police.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/876353/ A simple physical action / personal reaction poem done for an English assignment way back when. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/872594/ Another one from the vault. Teenager revolution, court, custody, truancy, blah. Old times... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/871926/ Originally a horrible attempt at a love lost poem, I had to go in a completely different direction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/869222/ in the simplenessin the extremein the big and smallin children's dreamsin what seems unrealin the near and farin the best and worstin who we are http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/869208/ convinced I could flywith life passing bybut a sailor was Ilost in the sky http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/869206/     Officer Matthew Richardson was the rookie on the Southside beat.  It was boring taking on reports of vandalism, and childish robberies, but it would take a few years to get the more serious cases.  So he knew it wasn't a big case when the chief handed him a missing perso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/833262/     In less than two weeks, the video went viral.  The late night circuits added references to Jarvis' moves linking them to everything from White House policies to Stephen Hawking jokes.  Daniel Tosh found his long lost twin or soul mate depending on the episode you watched.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/833261/     While Jarvis was late to work that Wednesday, the 13th day of July, it wasn't because he was sick.  The reasons were obvious enough to him that work could wait at a time like this.  At 6:30am, Jarvis was nowhere to be seen.  He didn't use the bathroom or eat his bre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/833258/     It was July 13th, 2011, a Wednesday, and Angus was out on his balcony yelling across the street.    "Hey 'er Harry! I'n a mind ta help a fella get rid a he'n lef'overs."  Harry was sitting outside the diner as the girls inside were finishing up the morning cust.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/833257/     She was late.  No, she wasn't coming.  Had she forgotten?  Jarvis paced the room, a marked improvement from the shambles he took over.  He hadn't really planned for anything beyond the feeble attempt at dinner that was waiting on the stove.  Baked chicken .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/826792/ A story about a man whose potential is ignored and his unwillingness to accept the brand of failure that is put on him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/826783/ A thought that wound it's way from my brain to the paper after guard watch last night... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/826701/     Everyone had forgotten about Jarvis.  As quietly as he had arrived on NW 17th St, he just as quietly faded into its background.  No one remembered his first job at Luhdman's Electronics or that he had been blamed and fired by Luhdman himself when it was robbed.  Ed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/821614/     It was June of '97.  The heat rose off the pavement in waves bringing the tar to the surface in its wake.  Cars drove by protected by their A/C but not many ventured outdoors.  Jarvis walked down NW 17th St by himself, a suitcase in one hand and the end of a footlon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haunzwurthe/813795/