http://www.writerscafe.org/CarrieM. The original writings of author Carrie Manor en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1368919517 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Don’t keep talkin’ like you know,I can’t hear you now,act like you know me.You think you can tell me,but I'm:Comin’ home at the eleventh hour.I was chasing glamour and honorlife’s getting in the way,everything is escaping from me.I comin’ home .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1171943/ Media attention, give’em his instant gratificationbreed a world of artificial intelligence. He has no other life, buthe knows he’ll be famous someday.Focused on a media fixation.Blindly throwing his face,on each and every page.He says them guysthey’re his friends butthey’re h.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1168624/ Excerpt: A rancid smell was filling the air, half the face of McLauren was gone, and the faux scar tissue was quickly hardening over his mechanical face. He looked at me, with eyes I shall never.." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1168101/ Excerpt: I cupped my mouth and fell backward, It was there, half buried in the cold, shallow waters of the creek, it was there that I espied the doctor’s gruesome, nay vile remains." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1167554/ Excerpt: " He was gone! His restraints broke, the window pulled all the way open." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1167480/ Excerpt: Fraunbach sighed. “ John, it’s very difficult to explain. As you know, I had to convert your brain into a microchip-” http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1166983/ Excerpt: "Perfect in every detail manner and form. Everything was shaped so articulately, just so. I knew then that no doctor, none of either side would condemn an infallible work such as this." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1164370/ Excerpt: “ The chance of the possibility of saving a mans life. I rebuke you, doctor, you are taking a man’s life his right to life. You have ventured on a grand discovery, Fraunbach." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1163331/ Excerpt: ' “ Exactly is it? How old are you?”McLauren shifted uneasily in his seat, “ Two-hundred and twenty five, doctor.”The doctor’s eyebrows rose. ' http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1161528/ Excerpt: " On the walls were aligned jars, and jars of specimens collected by the doctor and myself. Most were animal, very few were plant, the rest were human." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1161107/ Excerpt: The year is 2502. Several hundred years ago there was a series of climatic catastrophes..There were some of us that turned strictly to technology and the others, we live a world free from it. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1160426/ A futuristic, post-apcolaptic Frankenstein story http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1160422/ A poem my Aunt wrote in 1966. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1152142/ Excerpt: Demons run into his soul, His wrists are scarred over. No one’s there to see him.." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1139755/ Instead of publishing each song individually I am collectively putting Louis's songs together. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1139754/ Excerpt: "I’m just a shroud torn in the rain holding onto the branches, and soaked right through.I’m just a child inside a man." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1132961/ Excerpt: "Yet the paint wouldn’t touch, and the hermit cried,for he said he had seen shifting of the eyes." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1085523/ Excerpt:" Louis seized his chest..... He began coughing terribly, his heart felt like it was about come pounding out of his chest, packed with all the strength, and vigor of the bowls of hell..." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1079795/ excerpt: " Louis felt a tear rundown his face. “ I’ll come back for you, someday. Don’t ever forget.” Louis clenched the letter. His head fell to the counter. " http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1076343/ Excerpt: Louis’s chords were growing louder: “The makeup running down, I waste everything in my head, trying to find, what did I see before? Then what stands before me.” http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1074959/ Louis and the Leo’s( Demo CD )#3Yorker GirlI found the park bench, is my new home. Then, all these girls pass my way.I’m always puttin’ up a fight.Oh, no. Not on Saturday nights.I gotta wait for you, my watch is broken.Will you ever find your way home to me?.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1061018/ Chapter 3“ Yorker Girl” “ Ugh,” Delinda said stepping back into the house, Louis’s Cd in her sweatshirt pocket, “ another druggy moved in next door.”  A young girl stepped forward. She was of average height and had a tad of a plump stature. Sh.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1059969/ Excerpt: "Louis thought for a moment, he really liked the songs “Over Myself” and “Yorker Girl” yet he didn’t know if they’d appeal to a forty some year old woman." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1056359/ Excerpt: "Louis didn’t remove his gaze from his reflection, he unconsciously sat himself on the edge of his bed. For a moment, his reflection made him take a hard look at himself." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1049512/ Louis M-, and his high school buddies Nathen S-, and Donald ‘Don’ R- formed their band in high school while the three of them were sophomores. They named themselves Louis and the Leo’s, thus, their legend was born. And the name, Louis and the Leo’s stood the test of the time.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1049119/ Twenty year old Louis struggles to keep his band together, remain true and honest, and keep his naive girlfriend; Camilla out his bandmates parties, and rather uncivil gigs. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1045667/ Really out of the style I normally write in: " I’d wish you’d take me away, and we’d see the world. I wouldn’t think twice. But without you, it seems to large, I’d wish you take my hand. And lead me http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./1039418/ A Lady Dressed in mourning grey,waited until the break of day,held her daunting eye to the window.She gazed glassy eyed afar from where she sat.From three, through midnight; unwavering  until eight o’clock daybreak.She saw not the forest of pines,alluring in magical darkness s.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./979685/ Chapter 3 A gentle fall had blown, and all the delights of nature passed away. From the protection of my bedroom I watched many species of humanoids begin there gatherings, many were moving to the warmer, southern region of Clorocks. Mother forbid me to actually go to them and join in their gath.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./961900/ excerpt: "Many writers and philosophers have claimed that the ‘beautiful goddess’ has shown herself in their dreams, she was admiring of them..." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./960937/ Chapter 1 I don’t know who is reading this. What time period is it from where you read this? I do not know the galaxy, the star, the season, nor time of day. All that I know, is that my name is Selentaluna, and I am twenty three years old, or so I think I am.  I don’t know if .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./959018/ Selentaluna lives in the seventh dimension, the year is estimated to be 230,000,000,000. Our era is the ancient first dimension.... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./959017/ a poem of friendship. ;) excerpt: Dearest C, how sweet your smile is to me. And how I wish I could crown thee; with a wreath of roses red. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./948063/ Happy as a trout,swimming endlessly all about.Through streamsof waters cool and clear.Through the cravens,around the rocks.betwixt the sculpted roots.Me and my companions,such a hasty life we lead,but all are good, well bred and happy!yet so it seems,we go everywhere,but ce.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./947584/ A story I wrote way back in the seventh grade. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./947581/ I based it on a previous poem I wrote: " wanting of love, or prayer to the moon" however, I've tried in a more modern style. (: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./908277/ Will Santa bring Serena the reindeer she had always wanted for Christmas? (: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./832456/ Who can say?What if true love does exist in the medial of her bosom?Is this smile,she feels crawling across her visagejust a folly,whence she sees him passing by?She sits by the clement sea,many a’time a day.And watches the ferries all pass down and by.And watches th.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./828896/ Ah, moonlight. Thine gentle, lingering charism.How it drifts, and lingers upon the air.How it enchants my eyes. Thy mesmeric rhythm. What light incarcerates,with the gleam of thy full, sacred visage.All thine children, playfully linger around thou; there mother.Ah, moonlight... .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./825396/ Excerpt: "Ah! What shame began to course, and thus began to pinch upon his blood!" http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./822482/ a quote :) http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./813036/ NightShadows do so often take,afternoon promenadeamongst the byroad ofthe idle abbey.Passive, dim, mindless men.See no presage.Innocent, seemingly onceas the monks.These men take to hollow saunter.Who be these men?The epitome of heaven’s sorrow?The bowels of wretc.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./812680/ Angels cloak those in anguish,those who weep forsaken tears.The masses that made,those that man never forgave.Sometimes I find myselfan idle wanderer,carrying songs from afar,and often I wonder,who ‘art thou? Who art I?Are we meant to be?Perhaps, be we a petty mistake??A .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./809385/ Chapter 6 Charles, thought nothing more of that rather abrupt encounter with Rose. He cared not whether he saw her again or not. To him, it would be the same as if you and I were accidentally to bump our shopping carts into another’s at the store, we would say, “ oh, pardon me.&rdquo.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./797159/ Rose would tell herself: “ You are almost eighteen, it’s to late to look for a Dad.” “ Your almost an adult, grow-up and get over it.” Then sad, and disheartened Rose would fall into grey melancholy" http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./796928/ excerpt: " ( When mother nature is drawing close to another chapter in her book of seasons she likes to finish them hastily.)" http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./796767/ excerpt: " Ann: “ wasn’t suppose to be born.” Also she: “ was suppose to be a boy.” She was never loved by her Mother... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./793924/ excerpt: She prayed, and begged to her Papa that she might have an earthly father, but as she grew older, the prospect of ever finding a real dad grew more, and more dismal..." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./791893/ excerpt: "Aren’t we capable of loving ourselves for the first time to the fullest extent?? Ah! Perhaps it is not so easy as the author proclaims it too be..." http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./791610/ http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/CarrieM./791606/