http://slow.writerscafe.org/darkersaint The original writings of author robertsteese en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776271932 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A Darkersaint series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/2123547/ Darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/2014772/ life. dread. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1992265/ death and dread, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1992263/ Deathly hungering. Creatures of night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1944031/ Death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1929591/ emotions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1891613/ death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1891612/ dread. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1891611/ blood. Pain. Torture. Life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1891152/ Dark, forbidden tale of a sister who is hidden in a foreign land and alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1884110/ dread. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1855662/ lost souls http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1855656/ Love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1822296/ Dark Supernatural fiction with elements of horror and dark satire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1819189/ The woman shivered in the winter rain. It was not warm out like rain in the spring time nor rain in the autumn of days. It was almost midnight and the rain was freezing. Though not quite frozen. The moon was already out and so full it looked abnormally large. The brightness was also very strikingly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1555517/ The wind is blowing softly. The ocean's salt mixes with the fresh breeze. I am here with the demon. He is an elegant b*****d. He told me he is not all demon. I knew as much. He is too awesome to be all demon. He said he has another name. A secret name. He explained it was given to him. It wasn't by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1551319/ The crossroads of pain and faith and the fantastique. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1549259/ Dark horror. Demons. Magic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1549203/ Pain, with moments of dread. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1502259/ 1984.November.I am sitting in my room. This is what I do. My parent's are preoccupied. They hardly ever notice me. That is when they are around. They are pretty busy people. My mother she is an emergency room nurse and my father is some big shot with some tractor company. Neither one of them have ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1479266/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1479243/ Self destruction. Sadness. Black soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1444910/ Haunting and slaying's. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1424851/ dread. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1406950/ pain and agony of this mortality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1406949/ sadness, tyranny, darkness, love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1389687/ Pain. Hurt. Broken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1163905/ Hurt in words, And sentences. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1163893/ Poetry, Love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1160750/ poetry, dark love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1160749/ Total self corruption... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1143279/ thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1143234/ Memories and Desire. Tears and Pain. Tyranny Taxing my Soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1117392/ dread and delirium encompass the soul of one lost in the blackness of a torn soul... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1112769/ A person in the city of new york is set up with information of being a terrorist... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1102786/ A new desire. A new dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1102780/ A zombiegirl lost in the city doing only what she knows to do... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1102778/ Death's girl awaits her only true love. Her zombieboy. Dead in darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1102774/ Serial Murder, Horror, Evil, Women, Lust, Romance, Death, Dread, Damnation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1101521/ Dark Gothic Love Story with Horror elements. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1097214/ Dark Love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1082314/ He stares into city from afar. Casting his flourescent blue eye's upon the only creature he cares to gaze upon. It is all that he desires. He can feel her thoughts every moment of every second as they collide and crash into minutes and hours. This is his torment. This is his cross to bare. Watching .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1078581/ A dark Gothic love story with horror elements. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1073605/ My time in the kingdom is limited. My father the great king is a real beast of a man. He has nothing but violence in his heart. Love is obscene to him. He loves war and battle. Why my mother ever married him is completely beyond me. She tells me he use to be different, but i don't remember any of it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1072444/ Dark Gothic Love Story...Epica... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/1072419/ Finale:"Funeral For A Friend." It is early in the morning. I have arranged a little funeral for a good friend. She was not always a good girl, but she was a good friend to me. For this I must lay her in hallowed ground. This is her funeral. It is quiet and truly retrospective. Only two other souls a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/840734/ Part: Three: "A kiss for the villain." I truly do not know what I am feeling. I do not know if it is even right or wrong. Is there really such a thing. I know in the eye's of god, but in mans broken psyche is right really right. None are righteous. None seek after god. What is right. In this bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/840732/ Part: Two: “Breakfast Is Bane..”  Sitting in the middle of my oversized living room, Staring into the blazing red coals of the bricked up fire place. I am a bit over shadowed by all the blood dripping off my naked body. Lost in the wonderful night! Only the fire lights me up. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/840727/ "Bleeding Hearts."Part: One: Existing in a state of darkness. Always living in the rememberance of the evil that so easily beseiges us in this fallen city of pilgrims. Those poor fallen souls. So many dead. This is forever a city of death and I am a witness to it's horrid dread. This city is so lack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkersaint/840724/