http://slow.writerscafe.org/Blackwood91 The original writings of author Blackwood91 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779613931 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Prologue The Pope sat in his gilded chair nervously, eying the tall figure that stalked about the room. The man was tall, taller than any man he had ever known, well over seven feet. The light from the braziers and torches along the walls cast flickering shadows over him, making his sure and calcula.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackwood91/788946/ A man is forced to defend his land and his beliefs against a new religious government. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackwood91/788945/ Chapter OneI looked out the window, licking my lips eagerly. Impatiently. The snows whirled outside, coming down in thick white sheets. The wolves were out this evening. They howled madly, reveling in the chill that could freeze a man in a matter of minutes. The land here was harsh, but it was a goo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackwood91/787004/ PrologueThe prow of the ship rose and rose before plunging into the depths, the deck of the proud vessel nearer to vertical than horizontal more often than not. My own pride had me in the bow, my knuckles white as they clutched at the rail. My boots gripped at the soaked wood beneath my feet and I g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackwood91/787003/ A tale of Viking Jarls and wicked Dryads, the lord of Mourning Tides must defend his coastal town from the return of an ancient evil that stirs outside his walls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackwood91/787001/ Chapter ThreeNicolas I hadn't thought about her for three weeks. That's was my mantra. I hadn't let myself think of her in three weeks. But did constantly thinking that you're not thinking about her count as thinking about her? What I had hoped had been a one time thing, a passing fancy, had turned .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackwood91/786994/ Chapter TwoGrace  "Freeze!" I shouted, pulling my gun from it's holster and pointing it at the masked man. He turned quickly, his own gun in hand and I fired twice, my second bullet ripping into his left shoulder and spinning him to the ground. He swore at me and scrambled away, around the corn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackwood91/786993/ Chapter OneNicolas I stared at the computer screen blankly, bored out of my mind as I was every night around this time. I had already logged twelve hours in my video game, running around and ridding the world of orcs and goblins. I glanced at the clock and rubbed my eyes. Nine o' clock, too early fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackwood91/786991/ My name is Nicolas Avery, and I fell in love. I know, not so dramatic or shocking of an opening, pretty standard really. But that pretty much covers the basics. The way in which I fell in love is probably what will interest you. See, I grew up in a small town in Montana. Not even in the town, but f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackwood91/786989/ A book I have been working on for a while, but just can't seem to hash the ending out. Some of my best writing, however. A story of a small town young man who falls in love with a Hollywood star. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackwood91/786988/