http://slow.writerscafe.org/MythsTheWriter The original writings of author Briar Ellison en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779867481 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What if you never saw your neighbor? Is he actually there at all? What is he like? Did you ever consider he isn't there? No? Well, can you prove that? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123324/ The Lam is a student, and a damn good one at that. Perhaps a little too good. In it's success, it leaves it's comfortable cave in favor of a college exchange program... in America. This is a sequel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123319/ The Lam is a killer. A wild animal believing itself to be the pinnacle of existence, it's mind unchanging. Well, until it runs out of food and has to infiltrate human society, a school to be exact. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123316/ Part 3Clarissa awoke to a soft yet persistent pushing on her shoulder and a whisper. “We have to keep moving.”Sitting up off the ground, she looked up at Anna. The girl was far calmer than before the sun began to rise. Perhaps it was the unfettered sleep of perfect silence that had sooth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123311/ Part 2Emily marched through downtown Dublin, her light blue cloak flapping in the midnight wind, darkened rain dotting her face. She was not usually one for night time strolls but she couldn’t sleep. She wasn’t alone either. Out on the streets were the other late dwellers, all of whom sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123310/ I finally have, for my loneliness, a cure, a friend. Candles burn out, stars fade away, and poppies wilt, yet a friendship, as strong as iron, shall last until the planet itself is dust. Never more will I look up when I can look beside, into his eyes. My rock. My anchor. My everything. - Inivio on h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123308/ I'm sure you are aware of who I am by now, afterall you have been reading my words for a while. I am the author, the real author. The author of a book about an author of a book about a girl whose wishes contradicted the author of her book through the words of an author which only one little girl eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123292/ Elara never minded being alone, it meant that there was no one around that she might hurt. However, the feeling that she felt in the now totally empty van was a loneliness that she had never felt before. Her first and only group of human friends had left her behind carrying her good wishes and praye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123291/ The drive itself was not a very big problem. Baltimore was only just over an hour and a half from Nickel Mines and both of the young boys, the last two passengers still left in the van, slept almost the entire ride. It had been a rather long day for both of them. The sheer intensity of emotion withi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123290/ An uneasy quiet enveloped the disgruntled crew. Up until now everything seemed to be great. They got the new girl, Jo, the ending that she had wanted. They had helped Phil to be happy once again. They had done everything right. They had done everything, right? Now what? Elara couldn’t hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123289/ Most people would say that this wedding was beautiful but that would be the greatest understatement of Jo’s life. In terms of all the history of weddings this would take a solid 102,67th place but in her mind it was perfect. At least, perfect enough for her. Her parents even came up for it and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123288/ There it was. After all this time, it seemed unreal, like it was just a bit smaller than it should have been. Jo had spent the entire trip building up her wits for this very moment but, as she stepped up to the door of the apartment a part of her froze. Knuckles an inch from the door, she stood as s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123287/ Not a word was spoken between them. In the entirety of the approximately one million words in the human language, not a single one, nor a combination of them all, could come close to encapsulating what they felt in this moment. So, instead of swimming in the sea of emotion, they simply walked, liste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123286/ “I see you found the photo album, I forgot I still had that dumb thing.” Harper’s eyes shot open, his vision trying to focus itself. When his muddled mind finally regained control over his eyes, the image of Madison standing beside the couch, holding the album, greeted him. He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123284/ Harper tried to become comfortable but it was to no avail. This was the first time in years he had been this close to Madison in any way but still there was just something off. He couldn’t pin down exactly why he had been so eager to help her or why he wanted to go back to New York with her so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123283/ Madison sat, half asleep, in the cold terminal. Only ten or so people were at gate nine. It was rare for anyone to want to catch a 5:00 a.m. flight and yet, here she was willingly picking it over everything else. It was the earliest flight on monday that wasn’t a shipping flight. Harper had to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123282/ Unsure of where it was that she was truly going, Jo continued to ride. Down University Centre Drive, through Westridge without giving a second for herself to breathe. Anywhere was better than where she was before. Turning at Martin Hollow, she could feel her eyes becoming sore from being awake for s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123281/ Part 12The gods and their chorus of vampires couldn’t help but watch as the young witch, with a small broken girl in her arms, and her entourage of ragged inmates, walked out of the castle unopposed. As far as the vampires could tell, their fearsome king, that which they had served under for t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123277/ Part 11Nat awoke to the sound of Reddick slamming his head against the metal bars, his cries growing louder each time. “Help me. Help me! HELP ME!”On the last chant, he hit the bars hard enough for him to collapse to the ground, moaning to himself. “Hungry… I'm so…. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123276/ Part 10Natalie sat on her flower shop bed, her eyes trained on the mask in her hands. This was the longest she had ever examined one of the owl masks up close. They were usually such a guarded item that only members of The Circle of Stars could touch. Yet, here it was, resting in her hands as if it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123274/ Part 9Drysi beheld the midday sun through the cross bars of her room’s large window. The castle was quiet, every vampire was asleep. She wondered if she hadn’t left, would she also be asleep? It used to be so easy for her to sleep during the day but now she found she was more afraid of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123273/ Part 8Silent as ants within the undergrowth, the witch and the wolf crept along. Their hearts, although beating out of sync, were keeping the same tension building beat, like war drums within their chests. Neither of them was a stranger to how vampires hunted and the very thought of a branch crack o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123272/ Sun shone upon a head of flowing light brown hair as the old purple Cannondale glided along Beechurst Avenue, highlighting every bump in the asphalt. The beauty of the day helped Jo to quell her thoughts about the . Doing her best to ignore her ankle, she coasted without a care across lights and by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123174/ Madi’s fingers stopped moving and the keyboard stood still as she read the line which she had unconsciously put onto the light of the screen:‘Night filled her lungs as Jo looked to the deep blackness of the sky. Voice cracking with fear, she screamed into the ignorant void “I know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123173/ Part 7Kestrel stood post at the tall window in his room at the top of Lorrington. It had been six days since he had sent the wolf after the bangle and it still had yet to return with his prize. Perhaps it had been killed or lost the scent. No, the scent was far too strong, he could smell it now even.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123171/ Part 6Natalie hadn’t planned on running away, it was just a thought that had built up over the last two days. It had all started with that night of her tragic vision which she still prayed was false. No, it was false. Mother Isa wouldn’t let that sort of thing happen. She wouldn’t... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123170/ Part 5 Natalie sat upright in her bedroll, blank eyes staring at the opposite cave wall. Since the creation of the mystically woven curtain that covered the entrance, her makeshift home had grown both warmer and that much darker. It was the darkness that made it hard for her to believe she was awake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123169/ Part 4The cold was a force created by Mol, the god of death, as a way of putting an end to any that stood defiant in his Winter’s wake. Ashallalah, looking upon all living things with kind eyes, as she had created each one, gave to them fur so that Winter could not tug away at their life. Howe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123163/ Part 3Snowfall tugged away at the smoke flowing into the white sky as if it were using the very ash to cover the jagged peaks. Natalie sat, wrapped in her rough cotton blanket, watching the weather work its own form of magic. Much like witches, the weather too followed rules set out before it by the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123162/ Part 2From the moment that she was conceived, Drysi Taliad Maddox had lived an accursed existence. It is said that bad things happen to good people. Catrin and Ryss Maddox were among the most respected people in the town of Avengaver in the heart of Wales. Ryss was the grandson of the stonemason wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123161/ In the darkest shade a light doth shine. Evil knows no bounds greater than which we allow it. Ignite the flame and shadows shalt flee for truly it is said that, wherever purity persists, not a single finger of evil will be laid upon it.  -Ashallalah’s decree, Book of Kala 5: 12-141829Fate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123062/ Part 3Ten thousand dreams. Ellesef knew each one as if they were her very own thoughts. They were not, of course, Ashallalah had put them there. Night after night, she continued the various stories which Ashallalah shared. Every morning, in accordance with her goddess’ wishes, she wrote them d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123061/ Part 2For hours, she walked. Her feet, although bare, never hurt. Her hand, burnt as it may be, no longer bothered her as she followed the strange call further into the Danish wilderness. Each time that the darkness seemed to be closing in and the path seemed unclear, the voice came again, more powe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123060/ There is no beginning. Time marched on long before us. Time will toll forth our names when we are born. Time will see us to our graves and will continue to march after our memory is gone. No, there is no beginning. Merely continuation. What is, was, and is to be. Amen. -The Beginning, Book of Kala 1.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123058/ A story of witches. No, a story of humans. Little girls who, when faced with the apathetic grasp of the gods of this world, find victory in the mortal and defy the sublime against all odds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123057/ Besides the initial shock of waking up next to Clint, the morning of the next day passed without any issue. They both dressed themselves in the fashion of a couple that had been together so long that mornings became routine. After kissing her on the cheek, Clint left for his job at the horrible coff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123056/ “Jo? I think I’m going to go to the store.” Phil addressed the young woman spreading her figure across the bed, “We’re out of cereal and milk and maybe eggs, do you need anything?” Jo shook her head as he began to put on his shoes, “It's getting da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123055/ She looked desperately at her notes, panic beginning to set in. The next chapter was titled “Class is in Session.” She looked back at the computer, the old plan wasn’t going to work. It was too long. She didn’t have time to do the elaborate plot that she wanted. Opening to a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123054/ Dreams: The gateway to life’s greatest secrets and your deepest desires. Dreams have that horrible tendency to happen whether you want them or not. Maybe that was a side effect of her anxiety medication. Either way, Jo wasn’t usually one to let dreams bother her but the one that had occu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3123001/ “Cheque please!” Philip raised his hands in a slight beckoning motion to the young waitress named Mia who had taken their order to their corner table. She eagerly rushed over with a small piece of parchment with the damages done by the food. “How was everything?” Jo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3122990/ Diary entry 7/9I am not much of what you would consider to be a lovebird. My boyfriend- Phil or Philly Cheesesteak or even Cheese for short-would probably agree. Ever since we met way back in the 5th grade, he had a crush on me, and yes, although it took a while, I eventually got a slight crush.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3122988/ A normal date with an author and a character she hasn't known in a long time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/3122987/ Have you ever wondered what the main character in your story escaped their story? No further. Jo, an average college girl who, by a twist of fate, realizes she is in a trashy romance novel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MythsTheWriter/2907919/