http://slow.writerscafe.org/thetrainroars The original writings of author The Dark Passenger en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985468 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/.Slender “Do you understand me, Thomas?” William asked, fumbling with the matchbox. “It&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/1041025/ A short story written in memory of a close friend of mine; Cameron Millar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/959504/ About a man trapped and possessed in hell (from Sam Winchester's perspective in the pit - Supernatural TV Show) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/650195/ in response to a painting by becc-j on Deviant art http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/633799/ The final episode in the Taylor Nelson saga http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/630381/ The 5th installment in the Taylor Nelson saga (1 more episode to completion) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/626862/ 4th installment in the Taylor Nelson saga... (2 more episodes to completion) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/625194/ 3rd installment in the Taylor Aubrey Nelson saga. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/620464/ The second installment in the Supernatural saga from the perspective of the mysterious Taylor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/616310/ Bobby is shown a journal penned by a mysterious hunter; Taylor Nelson. The pages tell a foreboding tale of violence, self discovery, and a strange meeting with the Winchester boys themselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/610503/ Since the dawn of my existenceA faceless shadow paced at the edges of my humanityit stalked the vacuous spaceand waited for a chance to usurp superiorityIt dared me to think dark thoughtsand lured me towards dark deedsall the time, playing pied piper to my secret violent needsBut bred by those aroun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/605028/ I awoke on the shoreand felt the sting of salt in my woundswhere maggots festered in gaping fleshand where you and I were bound to crash-collide; another journey to the endin a heartbeatthis faulty excuse for a friendshipwas just another sinking shipYou're never going to be the onebut we can always .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/599880/ Is this the weight of the world,the one I've sworn to carry,through the darkness and through the pain,through summer's sweet sun and winter's bitter rain.I am unaccustomed to the possibilities,the ones that scream out their tireless remorse,These eyes only seek the bad endsthe failed ends, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/556484/ I’m not done yet,Just taking chances,Filtering through all the blank stares,and games of second glances I’m too old for the chaseAnd too young for disgraceCome on, pretty baby,Just one more taste… Can’t we just cut to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/552904/ I'd like to hit rewind and skip back to the beginningbefore i gave any chance to believingthat you'd see me in a crowdthat to you, my voice would never seem drowned out.every time spent with you feels like glass shardsshoe lacesbarbed wirebutterfliessuffocating me from the insideand still I'm hooked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/547358/ I've found the line between my life's waking and dreamingseparated only by one word: "believing"and where I reside, just sitting on the fencenever making up my mindnever learning to toe the line http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/545882/ looking for love in all the wrong places... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/531575/ Part III of V http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/531451/ Samuel C. Baker, graduate student and college tutor, is in for a tough semester when he falls for one of his students. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/527863/ There's gotta be a time limit on your chance to speakthere's just way too much bullshitto stomach in one sittingand nothing to keep me from screamingall we know is fleetingand if this body isn't gunna last anywaythen lets take out the trashyou've made my list of things to do todaythe first flame of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/526169/ These footsteps go on foreverand still nothing's clearerout of all the things i hate about myselfyou're the one that sticksthis heart can't beat forever, but these lies can last eternalshock waves of insults dripping down our skinblood dried up between our finger tipsbetween the rope burn and the sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/525150/ ice queen girldo you see meit's taken awhilebut you feel mehow does it affect youwhen i close my fistdoes it make it harderfor the boys you resisttake out your empty heartput it in my handssave the scars for lateri must insistparasite girldo you see meit's taken awhilebut you feel mehow do you survi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/506360/ Part II of V http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/504238/ Somewhere in the early 1900's, a story of loyalty, duty and the supernatural takes place. Part I of V. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/501457/ I am not the weight of the world, the burden; theunresolved disillusionment of a generation that is bursting at the seamsof having seen too many things I am not the division, the angst,Edgar Allen Poe in a pinebox, waiting to hate another versequote to Kill a Mocking BirdI am not the sad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/498053/  Why do I always fall in love with the most beautiful of things?Why is it that they alone will catch my breathand in turn bring me these sweet sufferings-the pang of unrequited love- delusion, so fineso diminished in the hands of loverswho walk across the street-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/478994/ How often does the taste of success delude yousink inside and get to know youtaken for granted all your sad lifegotta get a head, gotta steal to survive maybe I'll share a secret with youto save you all the liesor maybe I'll rip your throat outand spread the blood across your ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/463252/  Falling asleep to your shallow heart beatwith my tongue in your throatand my fangs sinkin' in I tried not to lingerbut you're hopelessly weakerit'll taste so much betterif you let out a scream But you're- prized posession,for the greatestof the demonsand y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/449352/ We've been down this road before,kickin' rhymes and passin' time,before any of us can catch our breath,hold my glance for a second time, But I'm too weary, and you're too righteous,waiting only until you're sure you can win this game,I'm pulling back and I'm pushing forward,maki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/448694/ Venting my frustration in the form of poetry... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/430454/ about losing your nerve and yourself when you're blinded by the spotlight... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/426219/ An entry by Patrick Symmonds. A re-encounter with Andrew Buckley. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/426205/  Growing up hook and nail,off the record, setting sailthey said you were gunna save usmartyr yourself by writting bibles filled with slurs- of wicked phrases, proses, poetry verses,born out of vallium and cheap whiskey,burning down the rabbit hole,spinning the truth till .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/422874/ Entries by Patrick Symmonds and Hayley Edison http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/413951/ an entry by Patrick Symmonds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/404619/ a short entry by Patrick Symmonds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/404069/ an entry by Hayley Edison http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/402664/ News Reel: Front page headlines for the 15th of February 2004 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/401943/ another entry by Patrick Symmonds (warning: contains sexual references) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/401520/ a short entry by Patrick Symmonds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/400846/ another entry by Hayley Edison http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/400352/ "No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be"- Excerpt from Bram Stoker's Dracula*** Chapter Two by Hayley EdisonI’m not afraid of what he is. Truth is, it kinda feels like he&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/399984/ an introduction by Patrick Symmonds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/399736/ a tribute to Bram Stoker in a world where the art of Vampire literature is slowly deteriorating http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/399735/ viva la anarchy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/395068/ if poetry and short stories came together... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/381820/ the final part in the somewhat talked-about Squishy Trilogies, starring MCR, Matchbox Twenty, FOB, Dave Ghrol and Green Day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/376658/ My lovely, my baby, do you cry for me,If you love me, my darling, you’ll let me be,Arms like wings, we take flight,If you love me, my darling, you’ll do what’s right.Letters and roses, and sweet champagne,if they charge the gates let’s put up a fight,and if they b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/368489/ a soldier's last moments http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/368465/ ...what alternative? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetrainroars/363645/