http://slow.writerscafe.org/Evelyn_Vayne The original writings of author Evelyn Vayne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775418748 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’ve found my object of limerence,it burns through me with no pretense.Day and night it haunts my brain,yet it refuses to even know my name.My head’s wrapped in a restless haze,a ghost adrift in empty praise.I think I’m reduced to tears at last,by a story where I'm only cast.It lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2962514/ Spiraling down where lost hearts cry, For love has fled, and no one knows why. My soul is stained with shades of gray, A night monster you'd rather keep at bay,I writhe beneath this silent scream, You drink from my wounds like a midnight dream. Tell me sweetness, have you ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951861/ Cold metal slices through skin,A sick validation that's not much of a sin,Bright cherry red seeps through cut,Pain washing through a slow striding strut,A bittersweet reminder that I'm still alive,And through this all I'll somehow survive,Hoping for the day I'm cut out of breath,So I can embrace tra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951859/ I wander through each passing day,Steering clear of paths where I hold no sway.Turning from thoughts that stir and breach,From dreams that stretch beyond my reach.Although once in a rare blue moon,I feel the pull to pursue that distant boon.Though a spark ignites, shadows may loom,For deep down, I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951857/ Your memories are fading,The warmth you left behind is cold.You're an entire different person now,So moved on yet I don't know how.Wish I had somehow known,When our time would be through,That love would fade so fast,And I'd be left here without you.Is it selfish of me to have hoped,That you'd have c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951856/ A somber tune weaves through my head,Poisoning my thoughts and all words said,Heart aches from strings pulled taut,Have all days of misery been for naught?I've become a slave to this woeful song,Forced and truced to just play along,My cold-ridden heart has become a mere prop,Is this melancholic melo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951855/ I long for you everyday, day and night,But you're a mirage, a shrouded blight,At times I swear I feel your touch-Shielded in the wake of desperation's clutch.Letum, you're all I've ever sought,To fade where light and color rot,Banish the echoes sorrow has wrought,Into your halls where time is naught.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951854/ It’s been days since I last showered--not that I ever bothered to shower regularly before to begin with. But now, after wading through hordes of the undead, I’m so covered in dried-up blood that I want to peel my skin off. My own, I can live with. But this? This is the blood of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951851/ Locks as dark as midnight,Crowning a temple bathed in moonlight,Eyes so deep, they drown my soul,Like a blackhole's pull, engulfing me whole,Pearls so radiant, like stardust spun,A lustre woven straight from heart of the sun,Sunkissed skin with a taunting ethereal glow,A tapestry of wonders that no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951579/ My little demon’s out to haunt,His dark, evil gaze does more than just taunt.He’s unaware of the power he holds,Over my heart, with his grip so cold.Doesn’t he know denial won’t last,That our threads of fate are so tightly cast?My little demon’s writhes captivate me,He .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951576/ In starry eyes, a distant dream,A love that's supposedly not what it seems, I tell myself it's not for me,No more pain, I'd rather just be.I'm selfish, my love, and cannot pretend,To love you knowing it'll never end,No way you'd feel the same way I do,Yet I can't keep myself from chasing after .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951575/ The walk from the store to the farm is quiet. Chloe doesn’t say much, and I don’t know what to say to her either. My thoughts keep circling back to one person--one raven-haired woman I just can’t seem to get out of my head.Chloe knocks on the farmhouse door, and a little girl--prob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951562/ I'm drenched in blood. It’s in my hair, clinging to my clothes, trailing down my arms in slow, sticky ribbons.It's not mine.Screams echo in my head--Adrian’s. Logan’s. Their faces twisted in agony, their voices raw with fear.And I smile. A low chuckle bubbles up, involuntary. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951368/ The roads are crawling with the undead. I try to steer clear, but most of them seem dead set on chasing us. I need to get us somewhere safe. Fast. I veer toward the highway that runs past that deserted gas station. I've been there once.“Why don’t you head toward the mall?” Cassie l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951207/ Three months agoI watch the blood drip.It’s bright--too bright. I’ve got low iron, so my blood runs like watered crimson. Funny, isn’t it? How something so terrifying can look so beautiful. Only a few drops fall, as usual. I clean the wound and slap a band-aid over it.I’m fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2951206/ A week agoThat same dream-- again.Except this time, I can almost reach them--my parents' hands, outstretched and trembling. I can see the despair in my mum’s eyes just before they close forever. Dad’s across the road, blood pooling beneath him. Sirens wail in the distance, drowning in st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2950908/ I have no idea how the f**k she got here but somehow, I know it’s a sign. A reason to keep fighting. A reason to stay alive. Cassie Reed doesn’t have the slightest clue how much she affects me, how her mere existence sends cracks running through the concrete I’ve poured over myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2950702/ Four months agoI absolutely dread giving presentations.The project I did is solid -- maybe even great -- but me? I’m a nervous wreck. I don’t like this s**t, never have. Still, it’s worth sixty percent of my grade, so I’ll just have to suck it up and slip on one of the many m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2947512/ Oh hell nah.I’m standing outside the boys’ dorm, caught between dying out here or actually going inside. How did I even end up here? Remember when I was pedaling for my life away from the cafeteria? Apparently, I took the road to the boys’ dorms.And now that I’m here, maybe i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2947511/ Idon’t know how long I’ve been sprawled on the cold floor, staring at the ceiling, mind blank.It’s the sharp bite of cold air creeping through the broken window that finally stirs me -- not sunlight, no, but the heavy black of night pressing against the glass. I squeeze my eyes shu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2947510/ Well, four guys crammed into a room meant for two isn’t exactly ideal. The air’s heavy with the smell of sweat, panic, and whatever cheap cologne someone slapped on this morning -- back when “this morning” still felt like a normal day. But you know what? I can’t complai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2946738/ Four months agoNew day, new whatever the f**k the say. Ugh. I hate waking up. Honestly, I wonder if there's anyone who likes to get up for classes at f*****g eight.I’m no early bird, and trust me, I don’t want the damn worm. Just let me sleep, jeez.But nope. I gotta get up. We’ve g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2946713/ My dumbass is reveling in the thrill this whole mess has brought into my life. I’m living the moment -- riding this beat-up cycle through the night, weaving around scattered zombies on the road. They can’t really see me if I keep my distance, and the darkness is on my side.Does this make.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2946601/ Well, this is definitely not what I wanted to wake up to.What a buzzkill.All I wanted was a normal weekend -- hang out with my friends, complain about assignments, laugh over nothing, just… breathe for once.And instead?I get this.A f*****g apocalypse.Lucky me.If I even manage to survive it at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2946527/ I'm doomed. I’m doomed. I’m so f*****g doomed.There’s a zombie just around the corner of my corridor. Oh hey I know that one. It’s Elizabeth. Elizabeth from my class. Except now she looks like s**t, her skin split and peeling, blood dribbling from torn flesh, eyes vacant and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2946526/ I don’t remember when I fell asleep last night. All I know is, I must’ve been out cold for hours -- it’s already 10 AM. Panic rushes to my head for a second, thinking I’ve missed something important, until it hits me: it’s the weekend.Relief washes over me. Meh. I can t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2946488/ When a sudden zombie outbreak shatters her quiet college life, Cassie is thrust into brutal survival, discovering that staying alive is far harder when you’re not just fighting for yourself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Evelyn_Vayne/2946459/