http://slow.writerscafe.org/Elfie_2005 The original writings of author Eliszaan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012937 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You run, lungs burning, desperate,feet pounding against the earthbut I do not chase you.I am beneath the waves,where sound warps and light bends,where the world is quieter,where your voice cannot reach.You gasp, air tearing from your lips,your body shaking with exhaustion,but I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2931905/ Aurora had always known she wouldn’t be the kind of mother who chased her children through fields or spun them in circles until they were dizzy with laughter. She had accepted that long before the twins were even born. But she had hoped, prayed, that she’d have more time before the weigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2930938/ She moves like a damn angel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2930684/ His stubborn woman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2929846/ What a mess, what a waste, what a fire, what a flood,What a bitter little tragedy we built out of blood.You spit, I snarl, you shove, I break,But we both come back like it's fate, like it’s hate.Oh, tell me do you taste the smoke in your lungs?The ashes of love that burned off of o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2929845/ Part 1 of 2 part poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2929412/ Part 2 of 2 part poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2929411/ A slow, deep breath, a shifting pulse,Fingers that trace, not with haste, but time,A press that lingers where the body sings,Each inch, each whisper, perfectly aligned.Pressure builds, like waves on glass,Crashing soft, yet never in excess,Rhythms that match a hidden beat,Silent in s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2929215/ I find myself adrift in his gaze,A quiet storm behind his eyes,Where words fall soft like whispered rain,Yet in his silence, something cries.There’s a weight in his touch,Like the earth beneath my feet,A pulse that trembles, tender, rough,Yet holds me steady in the heat.He .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2929211/ The things I hear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2927988/ Lily and June’s thrift store mischief takes an unexpected turn when they help a stranger recover a lost family treasure, blending chaos with a touch of unexpected kindness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elfie_2005/2927985/