http://slow.writerscafe.org/aandonf The original writings of author Aandon F. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776343699 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My vision flashes red,The last sound, The guns resound.Blackness,Searing pain,The fault lies within.The firing pin broke,The bullet flashed by,I am uninjured,But still, I was shot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aandonf/955460/ He closed his eyes,Some of them were afraid,He was pretending he was a boy again. The twenty-six men were very quiet,Some were excited,He pretended he wasn’t a soldier. Already the Southern Cross was out,He followed the shadow of the man,His boots made sleepy, slo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aandonf/955456/ Where I’m fromI am from fights and verbal assaults,From a house surrounded by junked cars.I am from cinnamon rolls in the morning,From hunting late into the evening and stalking prey.I am from ruining every great thing in my life,From destroying lives and emotions.I am from long .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aandonf/930841/