http://slow.writerscafe.org/Chikushiki The original writings of author Teri B en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020093 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He's Immortal, she almost. Together, they are the One True. (This is a semi-serious foray into erotic fantasy. Enjoy.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/1834277/ No words are fit to speak of this... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/1090195/ Just a bit of self-indulgence today... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/1060998/ "Bittersweet and lovely..." was one recent reader's response to this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/1055394/ The wrist band said "breathe."  He opened his eyes slowly again, and checked to make sure that he had read it right.  "breathe", it said.  He tried...inhale.  Oh my, but that hurt!  Exhale quickly.  Inhale, but not deep.  Still hurt, but not as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/1055393/ A different genre, for a change of pace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/1055390/ An oldie but a goodie. One of my personal favorites, based on "Picking Wildflowers", the country song by Keith Anderson. No copyright infringement intended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/1038341/ A "No, you hang up!" moment... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/1038332/ Just a little domesticity... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/1003952/ Like feet in well-worn shoes that rub against the sidesand feel the loosening of years,she feels the sameness deadening all her tomorrows,a numbing void of feeling,dry, like old newspapers,the story never told,long overdue;like stinking laundry,enduring the drowning crushof Cheerand bleach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/999078/ Just so... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/996629/ A cynical view... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/994638/ Formerly titled "Dowry", for a time I thought of calling this "Mother's Face" as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/994633/ Just some thoughts from a walk to get away from my thoughts... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/977302/ Part 1...at last http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/960671/ Part 3... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/960288/ One more thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/953502/ Another thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/953469/ Just a thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/953465/ Sample true found poem, from "Beowulf" – from the beginning of “the dragon’s treasure” digression, ll. 2230 – 2280. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/951132/ Artwork created by Chris Simmons and borrowed with his permission. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/947326/ I have labeled it "Horror", though it is only so at the very end! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/946321/ Part 2... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/943312/ Part 1... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/931043/ Something I'm learning... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/915863/ So many questions...no answers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/881180/ Letting go is never easy...no more than breaking hearts is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/863651/ Almost gone...another year with you.And even though the space,the times,the conversationsfeel more cluttered withthe fallen leavesof anger,fear,and pain,yet here we are,together.Almost here...another year with you.And even when the days,the weeks,the monthsmay feel less measured bythe miss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/855202/ Nostalgia... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/847857/ Flash Fiction -- 55 words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/846975/ Flash fiction -- 55 words... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/846922/ The first shoot of his day would commence in less than ten minutes, and his breath stank. He rubbed a weary hand over his eyes, and squinted into the bright light of a brand new morning, noticing for the first time that his customary cuppa was steaming on the table, next to his camera.  Ah, Jod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/846921/ She paused, one knee on the ground, and waited for her heart rate to settle. All round her, black feathers fell, settling on the rug, a sea of destructive anger around her.  She knew she was being watched, but in that moment, not even her deep mortification at having lost control so completely,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/846920/ ...may not be for everyone, but it certainly does good things for my spirit!  This is that time of year when I laugh and cry with equal fervor, when the sorrow of missing loved ones is appeased by the joy of sharing my heart with those who are close by.  I get to sing, and smile, and feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/844973/ Ten thoughts...just for a lark! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/840295/ Stroke -slow slide…such sexy, sweetsounds of sensual sighs -surrender. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/840294/ Darkness is thickest,deepest, so the old ones say,just before the dawn.Mayhap hope will springhighest, as the sad ones pray,eternal breathing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/840293/ Missing thunderstorms in sleepso dead, it scares me,I count the days,the hours, minutes,secondssince the last time I wished for a next timethat hasn't come by...a tomorrow that's stuck in the past.Losing letters in the pile of mailso full, it daunts me,I count the words,the phrases, senten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/840280/ An almost painfulEcstasygives wings toEarthbound souls.A sweetly chillingThrillroars throughbrimming hearts,marks daily songas magical,gives voiceto hands, to feet,and clicks its heels.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/840267/ We learn a lot about each other from conversation. This is dialogue only...what do you learn about this couple and their situation? How do you see each one? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/837204/ Rescuing the damsel... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/831479/ Using song titles as part of the story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/831477/ My love affair with words... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/828471/ I love innuendo, don't you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/827879/ Robin stretched hugely, preparing to swing her legs over the side of the high bed.  She smiled, listening to her namesake -- or was SHE the namesake? -- warbling away outside her window.  It was a fine spring morning, and everything seemed infused with what Hopkins described as "all this j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/827208/ She stood quietly,waiting for the explosion.Eyes closed,a serene smile,almost invisible,barely pressing her lips outward.When it came,those lips tightened;her bared breast heaveda sigh of relief,of triumph.She did not flinchwhen sparks and debris --small pieces of a larger puzzlethat she had made un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/827203/ A working title, subject to change... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/827081/ Image... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/827045/ "Nympho!""S**t!""W***e!"The voices whispered inside her head, and everywhere she looked she fancied she could see accusing eyes staring with disgust at her, and accusing fingers pointing her out to all the good people around her.  She shook her head, and tried to focus on the report she wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/826993/ A little reflecting on what's there to be thankful for... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikushiki/826006/