http://www.writerscafe.org/Wolkenkaiser The original writings of author Corwin McAllister en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1369457838 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 (untimed) One morning I was surprised to be buffeted by a gust of wind from a library book drop! http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolkenkaiser/630174/ Various free writes I've engaged in, partly as exercises in writing and partly for inspiration for further writings. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolkenkaiser/630167/ After enough summers roasting alive in my hovels I decided to put pen to my vehemence toward summer swelter. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolkenkaiser/574808/ 8 minutes, timed; prompt = "You could hear a pin drop." Write Around Portland 2009 anthology submission. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolkenkaiser/517803/ 7 minutes, timed; prompt = "Remember the night." 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