http://www.writerscafe.org/Rayviathae The original writings of author Rayviathae en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1369021963 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In which we introduce the characters. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/837245/ The drug of the day is cynicism, and here's why. Inspired by (but not based off of) the Shoebies. Picture from here: http://am-y.deviantart.com/art/Road-To-Despair-Cynicism-42980107?q=boost%3Apopula http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/837220/ the boy doesn't bother to strip the leather skirts and fishnet shirts off each night as he crawls between the sheets. he doesn't bother to take the mascara from his eyelashes. he doesn't bother to clean his skin before bed. he knows it would be useless to pretend to be human; maybe in the morning. .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/447695/ some days it takes him hours just to remember your name. did it start with an J? or was that an M? maybe it was a Q or a Z or something equally strange like that. he'll spread his fingers out on the table and repeat the alphabet trying to recall just that first letter. what he doesn't realize is tha.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/447694/ in which the master and the boys move into a new flat for the end of summer, and the master starts his new classes - and meets a new girl. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/438519/ in which the boy and Sadie choose a name, and discuss freedom http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/436478/ in which the boy takes care of Sadie, and the two kiss for the first time. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/436093/ In which the boy and Sadie grow closer over a day of cleaning the master's room. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/433947/ In which the first line of attraction is drawn http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/432608/ In which a new character is introduced http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/432607/ In which the main character is introduced http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/432606/ This is a book about clone slaves in the future trying to survive a cruel master who will do anything to keep them apart. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/432604/ I remember the blue watermelons. I remember painting the cherries orange. I remember sitting with you one evening and you saying, "I want to make a whiteberry pie!" and me saying, "What's a whiteberry?" and you saying, "Take blackberries and dip them in white chocolate and y.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/386207/ a short story http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/385627/ You look at me like dried pineapple. Easy to tote wherever you go and sufficient enough to satisfy your cravings but lacking in everything that makes a pineapple a pinapple. I'm not moist enough—missing that special juice that's unique to pineapple—but rather sucked clean so that I taste.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/361943/ The scent of oranges drifted across the hot California summer night. Two strangers walked into a 7-11, high and looking for food to satisfy their cravings. Down the street a party raged on. Across the street, huddled between two downtrodden buildings, a concrete playground sat in.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/361812/ Kidnapping, insanity, old love, and new twists. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/361787/ My boy reminds me of a candle. That flame that flickers so high at first, then less as more melted wax builds up, like he wears out. So excited in the beginning, and so quiet. But always beautiful. Don't ever think otherwise, because he's always beautiful.I stand across the street from him, each.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/360876/        I remember the blue watermelons. I remember painting the cherries orange. I remember sitting with you one evening and you saying, "I want to make a whiteberry pie!" and me saying, "What's a whiteberry?" and you saying, "Take blackberries .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/359521/       "He called me a w***e," you say, and I scoff and turn away. Without looking, I know you're lowering your head dejectedly, playing with your shoelaces and cursing yourself.            "Am I a.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/359100/ Thank you for all the comments on this story! I've taken it down and am going to be entering it in a contest. Wish me luck! http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/328067/ http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/320446/ Solitaire was the name of the game.As I walked down the hall in the dungeon, choosing to take the same path the green ace had taken, I saw solitaire in each of the cells.Have you ever played Solitaire? I think most people have, but how can one ever be sure? It’s a great game. One of th.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/318726/ http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/317894/ I must have bruised my vocal chords, screaming after that stupid ace the way I did, but he wasn't kidding when he said, "nobody's listening." There truly wasn't anybody listening.And why wasn't there a jailer in a pack of cards? It seemed like there should be. Or maybe I was just losin.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/307146/ yeah, still haven't the foggiest idea of what this story is about. maybe you can tell me... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/306725/ There were five aces.Wait...what!? Sure, you might say. Five. Let me guess...the fifth one was hidden up your sleeve?Well, the answer to that is no. It was hidden in the deck. That's right, there was a fifth ace in the deck.You might wonder who had gotten the decks all mixed up. Makes se.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/306567/ i don't have the foggiest idea what this thing is about... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/306556/ Not really a story...because I fail at that lately. More of an update/cry for help/something completely different. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/303823/ I knew I needed sleep—I hadn't gotten any in at least five days—but with the my precious boys back there being checked over by the hospital staff there was just no way. Sleep? Ha. I paced. Coffee in one hand, the other tapping fingers nervously against my leg, I paced.  &qu.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/297632/ In which the Immortal and Jasi reach New York and make a plan. (Sorry - I got so caught up in writing it for 99chan that I forgot to post what I'd already written!) http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/293540/ In which the Immortal learns of the changes of the world and formulates a plan to survive with the aid of the boy. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/289365/ In which The Immortal awakens and meets the boy who will become her guide. (was accidentally titled "2" by accident...this is number 1). http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/288463/ Written for /elit/ on 99chan, this is a post-apocalyptic story involving an immortal woman who wakes up in the year 493NW (about 500 years after present time). http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/288462/ A satirical look at the intense individuality we demand here in America as well as the tendency to "follow the crowd". Includes a talking sun and a cat smarter than most humans. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/285061/ A satirical look at the intense individuality we demand here in America as well as the tendency to "follow the crowd". Includes a talking sun and a cat smarter than most humans. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/285060/ A satirical look at the intense individuality we demand here in America as well as the tendency to "follow the crowd". Includes a talking sun and a cat smarter than most humans. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/285059/ A satirical look at the intense individuality we demand here in America as well as the tendency to "follow the crowd". Includes a talking sun and a cat smarter than most humans. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/285057/ A satirical look at the intense individuality we demand here in America as well as the tendency to "follow the crowd". Includes a talking sun and a cat smarter than most humans. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/285055/ I write cheap fiction. I have no good plot ideas. I have the same characters recycled again and again. The only thing that saves me from being the worst hack out there is my description. If I were to write for myself I'd never manage to squeeze a word out of myself. I writ.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/283375/ a note to my readers http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/282550/ a note to the readers http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/282184/ This book is VERY important to me. Please treat it with great respect. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/281191/ This book is VERY important to me. Please treat it with great respect. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/281188/ This book is VERY important to me. Please treat it with great respect. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/279790/ This book means VERY much to me. Please treat it with great respect. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/279762/ This book is VERY important to me. Please treat it with great respect. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/278937/ Chapter 1. This book is VERY important to me. Please treat it with great respect. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/278803/ This book is VERY important to me. Please treat it with great respect. It's already finished...I'm rewriting/editing it as I go, like I did with Morgan. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/278802/ sorry break from the real story but yays!!!! http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rayviathae/278113/