http://slow.writerscafe.org/rubymoon The original writings of author Ruby Moon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009773 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A languageI half remember.Pushes andpulls… one and the sameHowls halfdemented,Attention,demanded. AttentiongivenOpening thesliding doors and stepping outFeeling thewind tugging at me, trying to read its moodsBut it’s a languagelost to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/2815889/ I can see the traces of a former glory in yourruins. I came in and I’ve knelt at your altars.Worshipped…and felt the touch of grace and madness uponme.There is beauty there, a different sort ofbeauty.It is the beauty of damnation and ruin. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/1479123/ There was a stillness in the air,A breath of harsh anticipationOf what may come.A slight pause before the action.A heartbeat, intake of a breath.Only a slight betrayal of the hesitation (feltwithin) If we knew where the path would lead…Would we still hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/1460857/ There is so much inside me,choking. The feelings, the emotions and the words.Oh the words, the words which you make a grab for,the ones that slip away the moment you look at them.You can feel them, the pressure building… and building,with no way to express what you can&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/1405450/ I see you… clearer than you ever wanted anyone to.You endeavor to hide your flaws, your imperfections… yourbeauty. I watch you put on your masks,…and when you remove them at the end of the day. I try my hardest to show you your beauty, but you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/1367687/ The soft satin petals of a rose, drawn over the skin witha chilling precision...calculated to precisely bring out a long drawn breathof pleasure,the arch in a back. The hot flames of passion, seenthrough cold eyes.Every single move, choreographed and carried out for onepurpose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/1162454/ Pale orb in the sky,odes written in your name.Shall I insult you instead,my beloved Moon Goddess? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/1156042/ For a 20 words assignment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/1151069/ Small feet and a small waist,as delicate as a flower.Binded feet and bounded waist,women made beautiful...vulnerable, like a blossom. Like a blossom in spring,they are quick to wilt, to be replaced.Like a flower brought to a vase,they can be replaced by new o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/816173/ Just fooling around =) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/714278/ This just suddenly popped into mind seeing the title "A step half made" by Jeff Bresee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/680523/ Trying to challenge myself to write a genre I haven't written before and in a format which I am not good at (aka story format). As you will be able to tell, I am not very good at it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/622016/             Feels like desire is a relentless surge, a wave, breaking over me. Following naught but its own cycle. However, now I understand the desire need not leave one helpless with want and need. It can be gentle as well, like a flower unfurling each leaf and p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/616808/ What is love? Is it like a fairy talesof white knights and princesses...with happily ever afters? Or is it like tragediessuch as the famous Romeo and Juliet...with their misunderstood poison? How is love like? Is it like the majestic sunrisewhere the rays burst forth...af.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/511748/ Lyrics - Different colours to try to portray a different story (read only the darker one) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/483134/ I love ribbons and cotton candies~ Ribbons in my hair and in my mouth, cotton candy…A girl’s dream of sweet heaven…Lovely long flowing ribbons, trailing after me,Clouds so sweet and tasty,Oh those angels, they’re lucky!  I love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/454203/ Planning to use this one day... Now just need comments or feelings or whatnots http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/452588/ Lyrics... NOT written by me. Sang by Joanna Wang http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/450610/ A brief introduction to the story... I guess http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/437125/ Vampire story. I know that vampires are overused but give me a chance... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/437123/ He faded into the cover of the night...Never looking back, never seeing the tears glistened on her dry cheeks.The moon from above lighting them,Turning the individual tears of diamonds, into a moonlit riverAs rivers flow from springs of water,They come from the window of he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/411858/ Wanted to try writing with something with only conversations... Trying to show more then tell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/410687/ With you, I amlying here, tremblingfrom the feel of you besides me.Of your voice echoing in my mind,especially the imprint of you on my soul,there is no way for me to escape,even if the door is wide open,I won’t want to leave.You held me fast,ever sinc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/407529/ Look at me with that smile of yours my love...at only me. I feel like a flower blooming day by day,slowly but surely, under your loving gaze.I want to be the only one who receive your gift of warm...not harsh like the sunlight, and yet, not cold like the moon.Just warm like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/407525/ For the 7 deadly sins contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/397575/ Written ages ago but putting it up now for the "Broken Heart" contest ^-^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/397561/ Lyrics... NOT written by me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/395337/ For a 60 words or less story contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/389659/ I am envious of those who can just,pick up a pencil and sketch or draw a picture,or someone who can pick up a pen and words flow,onto a paper. Someone who can convey what they want...with just a few strokes, a few lines. Who wouldn’t be envious when they see th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/389298/ Imagine you are holding a glass stillas water pours in to fill it. It is a lovely vesselbut made of fragile span glass. Only designedto hold a certain amount... Entranced by howthe water looks as it spills into it. A falling drop,meeting the surface andripples ac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/389215/ This is the final edit... Someone suggested dialogue but I don't think I'll have the time to put it in before the 31st of March, in time for the competition but I may put it in afterwards...or in my next story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/368693/ One day, you wake up and look around you. Not knowing where you are, who you are, what you are doing there... Even if there is someone right beside you, that person seems so far. You realise that you don't know who he is, what he means to you, his values, his dreams, his hope... a st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/352916/     What is addiction? I believe, if I am not wrong, it is normally described as being dependant on something so much that the person can't live without it. If it is described that way, does that mean that we are all addicted to air? When is it an addiction and when is it a necessity?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/346098/ Assignments, assignmentsThe never ending workload!“Its to help you cope, in the real working world,you’ll be working on more then a FEW projects...at one time, at any given time” Oh, joy! The joy of itMore WORK, to look forward to!“Anyway,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/343621/ Many ways of reading this... The colours are there for a reason http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/341902/ Written for the "Tears Writing Contest" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/338896/ For a moment, let me speakListen to what someone once told meI wish to share, what was said of wings… Of wings being our life experiencesOf our past they are made from,For lifting us in hope for the future Isn’t that something?That we can fly and soar because.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/331165/ Welcome, come in my love… Wrap yourself around me dear,Hold me close… Keep me beside you I doubt there is anything like being with youSo close together, almost one!And yet… two individuals Ever reaching and seeking to belong to each o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/328550/ A little gray from time...A little worn from the roadA little powdery from the grindingA little forgotten thingA little stone on the ground But the purest of white in the middle Like how we became stained from lifeGrinded and weighted down with problemsLosin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/322752/ Just something written at 2 in the morning... forgive me for the ending http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/296847/ Something churned out in about a min... no edits. The title is how I feel when that SOMEONE asked me to write it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/291039/ Another random piece (thats just so like me) ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/287554/ Standing at a crossroad is scaryNot knowing for sureWhere each road will bring youDespite knowing this,because of knowing this…I refuse to offer my hand to you Each side branches out intoInfinite Possibilities… Would not, will notlimit you and clip your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/284617/ “But he’s irresistible, up close and personalNow inescapable, I can hardly breathe...” That just doesn’t fit you,you are the opposite.You are kind and patient,gentle like the waves upon the beach.Like a soothing balm on my soul,the gentle rain on my skin... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/263443/ Holding and cling on to this piece of shirt,a life line in a middle of a raging river.Dragging my legs along,I know what have to be donereaching the counter... only to findthe cashier busy filling in sheets of paper Freeing a hand, exchanging its gripa moment of fear shoot throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/258886/ Think what you will... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/258167/ 500 words challenge...Didn't turn out half bad if I may say http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/254041/ Just something random ^-^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/251066/ Please, let me just quickly introduce myself. How I look and what I am called don’t matter… all you need to know is that I am just a teenage girl and my parents run seminars at our “home”. At least that is what they call it…a home. It is more of a hallway with rooms t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/245804/ Winds snatch at the words I utter...I know now, never will they ever reach your ears “And when she breaks down and makes a sound,you’ll never hear her” ~ Hollow and broken now, crumpled like a forgotten piecejust a page from the symphony of your life...Lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rubymoon/243988/