http://slow.writerscafe.org/Aye-aye The original writings of author Vectra Mendonie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033145 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A pocket of air hidden in the earth, accessible only through a water entrance, connected to a river that no sane spelunker would explore, guarded a small green aquatic being. She was four foot tall, scaled from head to toe, born two thousand years ago, and named Cassandra. She ruled over the once s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2769273/ This is just something I had based off of a prompt, nothing serious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2768320/ I dream of the dead, but not in the usual ways, like ghosts or just lost loved ones. No, I dream of those who will go past the veil, but aren’t yet. The first time, it was my grandpa. He showed up in my dreams three nights in a row before his nursing home called mom one day after dinner. I was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2765748/ This is just something I did based off of a quote I had. It is a little violent, if that would bother anyone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2762339/ People say she’s running from her problems, but you have to care to run. She is standing in the water. She hasbeen in the cold air too long and doesn’t feel a thing. The waves come and tryto coax her into the depths, but she can’t hear them anymore. The dry sand beckonsfrom t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2762227/ No words flow from the Fountain of Creativity.My hand makes not an effort to move the pen.Oh, cursed be the mind,For it is a terrible thing.Inspiration strikes at the worst timesAnd cannot be called upon in need.Those who write to survive,Have more courage and patience than I.We are all slave to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2762217/ Just something I did spur of the moment, nothing big. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2762014/ I wonder what life is like for other people, sometimes.Are they capable of looking past the present, fleeting moment?Can they predict the consequences of their actions?Do they ever stop and find themselves unable to start?I wonder what they see through their own eyes.Are they brave enough to see all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2759780/ Two wolves; blond and brownCircling in the night.Chasing, never catchingRunning under moonlight.Just pups, brown and blond.Two kids, boy and girlFlirting in the lunchroom.Hinting, never statingBrushing hands in the hall.Just children, girl and boy.Two hearts, brave and proudBeating in the chests.Rac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2759553/ My favorite dress has ripped.My favorite dress has ripped.How can I replace such a gift?What shall I do but throw it away.Sad, yes, my favorite dress has ripped.Oh, what shall I do? I know, I know!I’ll keep the lace!The rim, the flare, the centerpiece... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2759453/ My mind feels like cotton cloth over a woundI can’t remember or think like I’m supposed toMy mind used to race from one thought to anotherNow I only use it for molasses-like dreams I used to feel guilt in the pit of my stomachAnd sadness in deepest heartN.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2759295/ A longtime ago, when the world was young, before the humans came along, all theanimals spoke in the same language. In the time when crows still had manycolors, when lions had no manes, and bats were wingless, there was a creaturethat the other animals mocked almost endlessly. Her name was T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2759293/ I like to think that I am clever enough, but one thing I could never understand was the foolishness that creatures liked to call survival. When hunted, most beings will run, despite having the knowledge that their pursuer is faster and stronger. Humans tend to call this optimism, the impossible hop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aye-aye/2759223/