http://slow.writerscafe.org/LadyMonahan The original writings of author crystallized illusions en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022552 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I always find myself entranced whilst walking through a crowded antique store,for all those and I always seem to wander equallywrapped up in some mortal silence;as if we are all mourning for those whom once beheld these objects so long agoin our own private, internal manners. I never think.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1699078/ D E S P E R A T I O N .we are all born into desperation,wailing in longing to entangle with theright particle..magnetic molecules shrieking for love until  b l o o d   wells in our faces,and makes us red.                     &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1668986/ i hope that when i die,your soul will entwine with mine in the light likevines;overlapping each other in desperation forthe  s u n l i g h t . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1668976/ A cry out into the night of a desperate childbrings a chill down the spine of spoiled minds --and the weeping of babes is but a strange lullabyto people who see only others as the possible alibi. The ringing out of the emergency tollbrings a detriment unto empty souls,better to hide o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1663319/ a word vomit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1649310/ my sweet lover, my precious face.shatter me with your  a b s e n c e ,i am so easily broken -- and have becomeso frail over time by being so gradually chipped away atby other absences. your dark hair swallows me up like an abyss,and your embrace leaves indents against my flesh --.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1641377/ a lover's burden. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1641365/ David. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1516275/ Dear Capricorn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1498186/ I am in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1498180/ Watched the girl fall apart,ShatteringLike broken glass, her pieces scattering;It caused great clattering,The scene was quite unflattering.Grimacing,Through the pieces I tread; Disregarding how my feet bled,I pulled her hands away from her headAnd exposed to her my needle and thread.Gathering t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1336673/ So, wrapped within the cloud of illness, I sat,Smoldering in hatredAbout the closed-minded cretins of this world.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1336668/ The blurriness of horizon linesAs I open my eyes against the brightness of the sky--blurred shades of cerulean piercing into my nerves, Shooting into my brain; An injection of organic morphine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1327995/ Inspired by Touch by Daughter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1322791/ Tell me I'm elegant,That I'm amicable,Enchanting, Compassionate,Exquisite.Tell me that I'm abstruse,That I'm esoteric, Abstract, Intriguing,AlluringTell me that I'm exotic, That I'm unique,Enticing, Creative, Enigmatic.I want to be the talented one,The flame in someone'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1316695/ An Ode to The Girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1304785/ We found a placeWhere no one could comeWe found a place Where no one was glum.In through the cities,Of thick smog and waste,Up over the mountains tall,We go there with haste.In this place,The sun always shines,And neither of us struggle,With Earth's daily confines. It's a secret place,Shin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1304003/ dear david http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1295856/ teach me that i am far more beautiful than my own thoughts give me credit for. the secret of being a lover, a partner. the beautiful soul you think i am even through the singed, gnarled branches that cradle my mind in a nest of dark forests and vast mountains.teach me to be good enough so that i nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1295845/ A singular leaf,Settled on a forest floor,The last of it's kind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1295814/ I will withhold a certain fearFor the entirety of eternity;That like all the others,You will get to truly know me,And you'll no longer bear such fervent interest in me. Your curiosity towards me will burn persistently like a candle,and like a candle,It'll die off with the finality of wax. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1295812/ Have you ever gazed up at the stars And wondered if there was someone gazing back?Have you ever gawked longingly at the sky When your mentality was about to crack?When all sensibility seems lost,Have you ever cast your eyes to the stars?Felt as though someone was staring back from another planet,Sit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1293490/ You and I,Looking at the sky;Eyes fixated out of a dirty window,Unto the earth, blanketed in snow.With your arms wrapped around me tight,Gazing upon a day which is  bleeding into the night.Kiss your lips against my hair,Whilst into the dying day we stare;Just you and me,Star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1293483/ When your mind just can't free from that one person http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1291730/ This is open to interpretation; but I write this about being brought out of a very dark depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1291303/ The pain of love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1273248/ Love is kind, love is cruel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1147696/ Sequel to Search & Destroy ("Suicide Kings") | Kim & Victoria; Kim's change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1143716/ Try being an 23 year old woman in a 15 year old body, and you'll see what I mean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1113176/ Born into a body younger than my mentality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1109643/ For English http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1107029/ Walt Kramer(?) Saoirse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1103184/ I may be the only one in existence to find interest in this place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1090488/ Max Zorin's fall from the Golden Gate Bridge doesn't kill him; only scars him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1075584/ Max Zorin is interrogated as a KGB Agent in his youth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1072078/ A poem form of Silva's story about his grandmother's island in Skyfall (2012). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1071860/ Raoul Silva (Skyfall 2012) kidnaps the long lost Max Zorin (A View To A Kill 1985) with a proposition to end MI6. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1067924/ I.Johnny felt as the bullet drove into his hand. A sledgehammer, like he had felt so many years ago.. That day was merely a haze in his head now, which had grown even more weary than anyone could have thought. Blood sprayed, the shotgun was knocked from his hand.No, he thought. I can't fai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1058574/ Volume 5. I.Months later, it was, a Tuesday. The doorbell rang, and Johnny's eyes snapped open from where they had been closed for a nap that never came. He pushed his legs off the side of the couch -- holding his cane against the floors. For a moment he stared at the door, it wasn't Dawn. She .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1058572/ Volume 4.I.Sounds began to echo in his head, many many busy sounds.. Where was he? He opened his eyes, shut them quickly. It was bright. He moaned out quietly, throwing his arms up to shield his eyes, he was moving. Fast, he was moving. Down a hallway? Dying, perhaps. A hand grabbed his, held it tig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1058571/ Volume 3.I.It was in late December when George Bannerman drove up the driveway, next to his Deputy Frank Dodd."This is a waste of time, Sheriff." Frank insisted, as they parked and both stared at the little farm house before them. George's blue eyes scanned the area before he shrugged, "It's wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1058567/ Volume 2.I.After he had gone into the bathroom and washed off the sweat that had made his flesh sticky, he sat in front of the television and watched for a report of a fiery car accident. Luckily, as he watched throughout the night the report did not come. Minutes passed, hours even, until the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1058565/ Volume 1.I.When she came into school that Monday, Dawn Edward's heart was taken and squeezed in the fist of reality -- only to have it shattered. She watched as the pieces scattered pathetically across the dull, gray carpet of her senior class English teacher's classroom. Not Mr. Smith.. N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1058564/ "Saw Cinderella in a party dress, but she was looking for a night gown.I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the show down.I saw the ending when they turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away. Sent to the valley of the great divideOut where the dreams all hide,Out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1058561/ Dawn Edwards is mentioned only briefly in the novel, "The Dead Zone" by Stephen King. This is a fiction on if she would have come up more in the novel, and if her and John became lovers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1058559/ You've Taken Over Me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1057304/ [[English Class]] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1056251/ Somewhere in my fantasy, there are only good things to see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1054172/ Through the maze of wonder, conquer the forest of doubt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1054169/ (Dustland Fairytale short-story) The Dead Zone fanfiction; Dawn Edwards x Johnny Smith. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyMonahan/1053131/