http://slow.writerscafe.org/VixVulli The original writings of author Vix Vulli en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776076888 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 After a slight panic attack, I wrote this to calm down. Voicing all fears and woes until I met tranquillity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VixVulli/2879782/ Act 1:Formless world, purely description.Purely black sky.Slow formation of self, switch to second person.Admiration and understanding of the world around them.Act 2:Discovery, development, progress.Creation and manipulation of the world.Content and opportunity for peaceful living.Growth of urbanisa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VixVulli/2868508/ A lone cursed child cast from the worldSpirits embraces, grant vices unfurled.With ebon focus she learned her craftSpirits graces, bent to her grasp.Crimson stains the dust left by rapture formedResentments boiled, and their wrath soon swarmed.Bright ruby ribbons streamed from mangled fleshOccult sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VixVulli/2866444/ Blank, white, empty. The stretches of snow reached far across the empty skies, clearing all of any colour or concept aside from their bitterness. Trees, once rich with vivian beauty, stripped clear to meer fractals of eternal ice. A foreground of snow scattered every crevice with dots of nothing, bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VixVulli/2865005/ A samurai's futile struggle against an overpowering demon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VixVulli/2864990/ The alchemist, was a strange sort. Neither cruel nor kind, just a cool temperance, brewed with a sense of dread. Wandering through vast shelves of lush and crystalline treasures, each one drawn to their black, soot hands. Their desk, a tempered oak, sprawled across it bubbling vials and flasks of ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VixVulli/2864648/