http://slow.writerscafe.org/msodergr The original writings of author Viviana en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775311506 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There’s a drip coming from somewhere underneath thetoilet.  Probably not helping that I’msitting on the tank with my feet on the seat; might break.   Anotherreason for them to kick me out, but I don’t care enough to move.  Not really sure I could move.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msodergr/2153093/ Black and unforgiving liquid with ascending steam swirling, reaching upward.  Could just drink it straight, allow the caffeine to be the main ingredient.  Exhaustion isn't that desperate though.  Rip open a pod of cream and pour it in.  Watch the white swirl across the top and bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msodergr/1930529/ Awake in darkness.  Eyes still shut, refusing to accept the disruption of peaceful sleep.  Just wait, remember the dream, let it drown out the consciousness.  Steady breathing, in, out. In, out.  The breeze of leaves disrupts the rhythm. In, out. In, out. Feel consciousness retre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msodergr/1910389/ A villain comes out of retirement when his anonymity is threatened by a mysterious woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msodergr/1910382/ http://www.cnn.com/2016/11/02/us/iowa-police-shooting/index.html?sr=fbCNN110216iowa-police-shooting1024AMStoryVideo&linkId=30604925 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msodergr/1903919/ Working on a bigger project that this is a small part of, so it's a little out of context, sorry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msodergr/1520812/ Cruel Complexity AShort StoryByViviana I remember him always.  I will never really know if I loved him, forwhen I attempted to find him after the war was over I learned that he had beenkilled in a POW camp.  I had missed himby a week.  He never met his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msodergr/1030587/ To be a Gentle BreezeTo stop and go when I pleaseHeld down by nothingKeeping the sun and clouds companyWatching the birds race upon my breathTo be free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msodergr/831731/ Show a brave faceCry yourself to sleepDream sad dreams that haunt youDrag yourself out of bedGet ready for the dayBut don’t forget your brave facePerfect the maskSo no one can see through itLet it be your escapeWear your bravery as long as you canUse the mask enoughAnd forget who was beneathLe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msodergr/801091/ Days and days of gray,dragged with incessant coldthat imprisoned the soul. Wind’s screams tore at the seamsof all left in its torrent. Gray clouds, white snow, pale ice, naked trees,all lost to the raging wind.Day after dayMonth after monthMemories of warmth, of color, fade grow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msodergr/801087/