http://slow.writerscafe.org/Writingfox The original writings of author Writingfox en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007329 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A response essay after reading a play http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/1032662/ Written during a bout with insomnia and worries one night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/1031134/ Memories.      It is funny what triggers them, songs, phrases, objects. It is even more strange the emotion some can evoke, the gestures from the past you can actually feel, echoes and ghosts. A mere song lyric can pull you back to a certain spot with someone. A few words and you are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/943233/     "The rain on the windshield is falling directly into my soul."      Dull plats thud against the window panes of my grandmothers dining room turned bedroom. Hollow train whistles howl from far away. I feel the cold metal against my fingers, stroking, grazing the edges of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/943227/ “Better a blot on your hand than on your soul.”     Jolted out of her trance, she glances away from her paper and pen for a moment, glad to escape her writers block. Ink smudges her creamy smooth white hands, delicate fingers marred, pigmented in no order of pattern.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/934444/      The name's familiar. A famous writer, right? So what?      Hemingway. A man whose heart was ripped out by the woman he loved. War veteran who fought in Italy. American boy. He was a hopeless romantic, a writer, a lover until the woman he loved gave up. Af.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/896875/      When God closes a door He always opens a window- -Some childrens movie from my childhood.      My best friend. He knows everything about me. My darkest secrets, my most ominous fears. My wildest dreams. He knows more about me than any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/884688/      The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.- Albert Einstein               You. First of all you confuse me. Terribly. I have everything figured out, comfortable and content. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/843551/      You know you love him, but that one love that could never be lingers silently in the depth of your heart.     Your dream career is in the city, but you want to raise your children in that small town atmosphere that made your childhood and who you are today.  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/840748/      Ice blue eyes survey the dark shadowy parking lot in Nederland Texas. They can barely see the highway 69 overpass a fourth mile away. Fog so thick its suffocating is the culprit. Jane grips her car keys tightly, trembling fingers run though long blond hair made stringy by ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/824929/ " I like you, (boy) ya don't got nothin' to prove to me..." -NSN You, I love the way you make me smile,it's selfless and pure.Not inappropriately, Just innocuous mirth contagious joy.You,Never make me wonder where we stand with one another,You take things slow,as we have both hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/822810/ You are my best excuse,to curl up on a couchto be lazy and amused.By movies and books,and with one who is lovedgiving me amused looks.I love your grayness,your solemn demeanoryour violent rumbles and flashes,you make my soul stir frightened and disturbedand at the same time safe and secure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/816393/ You're not my mother! Those five venom laced syllables cut my heart to the quick. My head drops down an almost unnoticeable fraction of an inch, long blond hair obscuring blue eyes wincing. I know this. I'm 17.      She only sees this side of me. The older womanesq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/815916/ "Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised."- Proverbs 31:30 NIVBaby Girl you break my heart.You are so young,so fragile.You are beautifully innocent, yet despise this painfully temporary state.Why do you yearn for what will comein years ahead?Ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/815857/      Physics class. it can be entertaining, my best friends big brother teachers the class and he is zany some of my peers are entertainingly funny and talkative. But at other times the equations, concepts, and frequent tests prove to be a bane of my existence. Today was different tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/815817/ A smile.How can one conveySomething so simple,Something so complex?With wordsAnd letters.Characters and spaces.In black and white.This is true magic.You smile.I hear your tonein the way you arrange your figures.I can see you smile through your pen,fingers sliding ,across smooth white paper, gliding... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/815342/      " If someone says you are crazy and you deny it perhaps you are the crazy one, not the person that laughs and says I know." -Diane G.          Piercing shrieks, darkness, fright. What is our obsession with morbidity and fear? Such titles as Halloween.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/815329/ Go to sleep. This is what replays over and over. My eyes are aching, sore, and tired, but my mind is as active as my innocent childhood. I know I must sleep. I know tomorrow I will need energy. But my mind refuses to rest.      Go to sleep. I desire the calm release, the kiss o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/815315/ Poetry is complete freedom One cannot grade poetryThere is no Criterion for this form of expression.I adore.I loathe. I love.I fear.I respect.Anything you wish.Nothing I crave.Unbelievable freedoms."My" wordsAre they?Perhaps yesPerhaps no.Can you tell?I cannot.Freedom.Complete re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/815312/ I hated to write. Rules and structure impeded the natural eb and flow of words and ideas. Then I discover that was grammer. Not English. I love English. I despise grammer. I was afraid of poetry, I thought it was impossible. Then she opened my eyes " It is impossible to grade a poem, there are no ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writingfox/815311/