http://slow.writerscafe.org/monkeymanEth The original writings of author Ethan Jobalia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013138 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He had been told there was an end. He had been told when he walked in that, while it may not have been likely, he still may have come out the other side. He had been told many things, but seemingly now none of them were true. He stood now, the doorway and his past behind him, only able to look ahead.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2759011/ A young man goes on a journey through an ancient mountain to find a path to a better life for his isolated city. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2759010/ Might become a song later on - basically my take on hate crime as a product of a system that encourages violence for promise of recognition among peers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2487332/ An unknown object and a world of consequences http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2486533/ A land there lies not far from hereBeneath the sea and skyWhere people smile ear to earAnd only songbirds flySome call it heaven, others notBut each man has a nameFor the place where all draw longest lotAnd all win every gameI’ve heard nirvana, it’s been calledThis place beyond the stars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2485046/ But does it really matter? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2483129/ Tracks in sand tell more than their history. They tell what could have been. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2482405/ A young flower is dropped into the wind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2480933/ (A gnat flies in through a door of a house. It lands on the base of a windowsill while a person is staring out.) A small bug sits on my windowsill. It is a small gnat. So small. I did not see it arrive, therefore it must have been there forever. It has been eternal, a part of the windowsill since t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2480874/ A loud pop rings through the air. This on its own would not normally be enough to alarm a person, but strange things have been happening throughout the day. First they were creaks, quietly resonating through the hull, and within an hour those creaks had turned to groans. As these groans got louder a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2480474/ This is the story of an old man on a quest for enlightenment, and his one final worldly possession. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2480191/ A short story about the plight of a lobster and the life of a sea turtle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monkeymanEth/2480030/