http://slow.writerscafe.org/MontiLee The original writings of author Montilee Stormer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003293 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  If ever a person existed who truly had a hate/love affair with her job, it was Cassie. It wasn't a simple dislike, either; it was more of a loathing, a primal hatred she felt every morning when she clocked in at the quarter of the hour of nine. She felt it grow in her belly as she counted he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/254815/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/254810/ A single working mother thinks she's found a deal in daycare until she discovers the woman watching the children has designs on her charges believed to be designated by a Higher Power. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/215340/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/206307/ From time to time I partake in writers exercises. Every once in a while I come up with something I kinda like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/180644/ Appearing in "Erie Tales: Saturday Evening Ghost" Official release date Oct 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/104004/  “There has been an … incident,” said the woman to a room surprisingly quiet given the fact that it was full of young raggedy kids. “One of our number will not be returning, and while it makes me sad, these things cannot helped. You can grieve if that’s what you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/37152/ Published in Black Ink Horror, Issue #5, Spring 2009, by Sideshow Press http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/28747/  Natalie hurried down the hall as fast as she could without her heels betraying her center of gravity and spilling her onto the floor. It was a fine day to wear heels, she though miserably to herself. 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St. Helena's Island is one such pla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/4061/ Commissioned in 2006 for the Sinister Bedfellows Anthology http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/2440/ Published in Hopper Comic Bound #1, July 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/2428/  I love taking walks.I love the feel of the ground pounding against my feet. I love the way the air feels in my hair and on my face. It clears my mind and brushes away the cobwebs and lets in the sunshine. When I was young, I used to take long walks, sometimes for hours along the shortcuts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/2205/ Published in Black Petals #36 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/1559/ Out for submissions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/1557/ How do you spend your Sundays ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/1556/ Published by Murky Depths, Issue #3, March 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MontiLee/1555/