http://slow.writerscafe.org/bludrgn1 The original writings of author bludrgnone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995694 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A blood red sky....and no stars at night....survival mode's on....it's fight or flight...I'm looking, but can not see you...I'm looking, can't think, what to do...I close my eyes and reach out my hand...hoping when I open them, there you'll stand...everything has fallen through the floor, and i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/1176625/ Doors with no handles...walls with no windows..windows with no latches...your blood is seeping through my floorless hallways...how can you escape...laying there unconscious...you thought...you shouldn't have...you moved...you should have stayed still...laying there, twisted and broken...I smell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/1151896/ The moon...it's light, falling down...like tiny shards of shimmering glass...cutting...through my resolve.I stand amoungst the pumpkins...nothing but pumpkins for miles around...and, slowly, I begin to evolve...My thoughts, whirling and racing..my teeth...I feel them...chattering..I hear what sounds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/1151891/ I sit alone in this dark room...engulfing me, the loneliest sorrow ...cannot escape my impending doom...I...will be..no more.. on the morrow...No hope to feel, none to grasp...minutes fly to my fall from grace..."you're mine" he says with a rasp...."hope you'll enjoy your new place"Desperately, I se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/843897/ As we stand divided we fall one by oneand the unseeing, they turn their headsbecause that's what they are told to doand we, who see ~our vision so violently scorned,are burned and beatenbroken and torn.This, supposed to be our homeland,our country for the free...This, supposed to be our security,wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/840382/ Once upon a midnight blackhidden in a burlap sacksat something with small red eyessomething very old and wise...Now the moon, full and highhas stirred something in the ancient mind.. Slowly opening the drawstring tieand emerging one small red eyeIt takes in Its wide surroundingsbut It already k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/839707/ There is a lightin this darkness...only it flickers -it is not stable...can't seem to keep it on, can't seem to hold it still.does the light not want to shine?does it not wantto dispel the dark?Eyes.....now, I see them...they are not frightened...they are frightening. they want meI can feel themplea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/839700/ As I stare at the baseboard across the roommy mind racing with secret desiresone... curiously intermittent....a spark, then flame, transpiresI get up from my chair and walk outsideI wonder out loudshould I do this ride?...I go in the kitchenand sit down at the tablepick up my pencil and piece of pap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/839612/ Once I was whole...Once I was complete..now I'm scattered pieces in the breeze...blowing this way, that way, bouncing off trees....I have not the will to gather me up...I have not the desire to fill my cup..I can't seem to care of my plight...I long ago gave up that fightOnce I had j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/839281/ Who is this manwhat is this that has happenedthis man that has silently slipped in behind my mindferociously exploding through and out to in front of my eyesbringing with him my fighting heart...                 &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/839263/ In the recesses of my mindthere is a spider..I can feel her moving aroundrearranging my thoughts...gently building her trap..She is bloated...full of tiny lives..waiting...waiting...She will eat my emotions...my ideas...             &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bludrgn1/839216/