http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tybob51 The original writings of author Tyler Sampson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776095679 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Smoke rose from the smoldering ashes of old, crumbled buildings and charred bodies alike. The smell of burnt flesh and hair ensnared Jack’s sense of smell, holding him captive, making him pay for his transgressions against the lives he and his fellow soldiers ended just a few short hours ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tybob51/1671425/ Thursday Feb 14, 20XX Red and blue flashes throughout my room from the window. Men stand outside with their weapons drawn calling for me to “come out with my hands up!" But that isn’t happening. I have a gun and a single bullet in the magazine waiting for my cue. I’ve heard that in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tybob51/1671420/ Then the dragon with dark scales and fire red eyes, Condemns a village to its untimely demise.flames flow from it’s mouth like a waterfall of deathdecimating homes, and tearing lives asunderA man, brave and humble, stands before the dragon, hungry for adventure. Desperate to prove himself.The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tybob51/1671415/ An ode to sorrow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tybob51/1671414/ Something I wrote in mid 2011, after having a bad day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tybob51/816190/