http://slow.writerscafe.org/RosaliaSky The original writings of author RosaliaSky en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776163614 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Assignment: write a story about two flowers and they talk about their day (June 21 2012)  The Rose and its Thorns Once, long ago all flora and fauna had the ability to speak and lived together in harmony. The rose was the envy of every other flower in the garden that extende.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RosaliaSky/993279/ A short FMA fan fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RosaliaSky/982640/ Another charecter for my book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RosaliaSky/975962/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RosaliaSky/968662/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RosaliaSky/968126/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RosaliaSky/967761/ “She’s like an ice sculpture, pretty to look at but cold. 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