http://slow.writerscafe.org/brierc14 The original writings of author Daniel DeLorez en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006243 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I decided that writing in the perspective of a living creature was too "typical." I wonder how many will understand... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/1887174/ There have been many minds much greater than my own to draft theories on where our dreams come from. I do not proclaim to be all-knowing, but I will say this: that I have seen first-hand the place in our minds where all dreams are born. I know this place intimately, as this has been my own mind's pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/1858124/ An Autobiography http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/1858118/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/1852838/ Written by Izsa Cane, as told by Florez Dellington, house-maiden to Ellaina Vilder."I knew something was wrong the moment she woke," the old woman said to me, intensity burning in her eyes as she recalled the tale. "The absent look about her... It was so obvious, but she wouldn't tell me."I kept pre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/1839194/ Chapter I: Ellaina's VisionFrom the journal of Ellaina Vilder, Princess of Dunburg.The nights have always had a way of bringing about a feeling of disparity in me, but last night I felt a terror more crippling than I have ever experienced in my life.The night itself was nothing out of the ordinary. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/1798897/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/1798871/ A life taken doesn't go away completely:It doesn't go to Heaven,it doesn't go to Hell.It lives on within the man who took it:His burden never lifted,his home becomes a cell.The crack of the rifle,the flash of the bullet.The cries of the enemy,and the blood of the man who took it.The moment that repl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/1721126/ A frown is but a smile in disguise;A tear is but a drop in your eyes,but pain is real.A star is but a light in the skies,perceived as a dot in your eyes,but pain you can feel.Lingering behind everything you know,you wonder: When will it next show?Today? Tomorrow?Probably so. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/1720245/ If I could go back in time, I'd change everything:Every touch, every kiss, every word spoken.It tears at my heart, the way that things turned out.You're gone now, but I still feel you every day.I pretend that these words aren't just in my head,but that somehow they've reached into your thoughts.I ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/1720242/ The well of inspirationonly runs so deep.The high of our salvationis as hollow as it's cheap.A soft, sound vibrationleads you to its source.A train at the station,due to run its course.You never know the timein this empty state of mind;You never know when and if you'll findyour relief.But rest easy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/904736/ The city lights may brighten the nights that I spend so far away from you;The stars in the sky may gleam in my eyes as I stare into space, missing you.The campfire may fuel the desire that burns from deep within my heart,but your face is the place that I long to erase these sounds of a lost choir. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/817623/ A red ribbon bound himto his dark, tortured past:A constant reminderof why he'd never last.A hollow voice spokeas a whisper through the trees:"Cut the ties," it said,"or stay forever on your knees." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/817504/ Sweet dreams my love,please sleep tight.I'll be thinking of youall through the night.If you wakein a draught of fright,I'm here for you,just call, goodnight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/817486/ The black river calls to me,promising relief.A sad, dark harmonyfilling me with grief.I follow sound blindlywith nowhere else to turn,when something from behind megrabs me, and it burns."A day will come; a cold, dark daywhen all your pain will leave you.Until that day; that lonely day,emotions do de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brierc14/816617/