http://slow.writerscafe.org/Marconier The original writings of author K.G. Falls en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092296 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I take a stepOnto searing coals.I wince, and flinch,But it's only more holes. It's only one more,Who's to know?That everything really isn'tUnder control?I'll simply hide it,The pain and the mar,It's not very hard,I've done it before. But then, I know,The time will come,When someone sees.An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marconier/883820/ Books To Read: DisorderTidePersonal Projects: Read-SapphiqueCity of BonesInto the JungleAngelTranslate-Paa Kyrdstogt Gennem SverigePractice-En pointeTurnoutEn croix stretches http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marconier/881286/ To hear about her fears,To wipe away her tears.To be there until the end,To have a shoulder to lend.To suffer through the homework,To try to make your relationship work. To see him defend you,To be there with him on the bayou. 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My father was looking at me expectantly.  "Sally, please answer my question," he said. "I'll look like a fool, but I have no choice but to repeat myself. Should we bomb the Vredka settlem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marconier/873211/ In a post-apocalyptic future, multiple settlements have bitter rivalries... 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No clouds were considerateenough to block the searing sun; the heat was nearly unbearable and creatingvisible waves in the air. 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