http://slow.writerscafe.org/GirlWithAHeart The original writings of author GirlWithAHeart. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050750 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just something short. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlWithAHeart/957729/ Everything's unique in their own way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlWithAHeart/957238/ "One strawberry vanilla swirl cone, and a cookie dough cone please.""Thank you Lizzie.""Your welcome sis!" I kiss her on the forehead. She's so sweet. I treat her like she's my own daughter. I kind of have to, since no one else will. Poor little girl. We take our delectable treats to the picnic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlWithAHeart/957231/ September 23rd, 2011 ♥ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlWithAHeart/956790/ There is an old manwho sits on the park bench peacefully.He watches the kids play on the swingsand the birds fly and chase one another.He smiles at the sound of the children's laughter,and the couple in the flowerly grass having a picnic.He enjoys the warm sun against his skin and doesn't mind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlWithAHeart/956705/ When I was a kid we hid behind doorsso that daddy wouldn't see us and get mad.And maybe hit us.When I was a kidI thought I saw a demon once.Sitting on a bookshelf outside my Daddy's den.Maybe it was my imaginationbut I was scared of that hallway when it was night.When I was a kidmy Mom and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlWithAHeart/955813/ My name is Elizabeth Stine.  My life has been fair, and I say that because I know people have it worse then me.  I hear crying or yelling on a regular basis.  Sometimes it's even me.  But what can I say, I don't have what you call a "loving, happy family." Excuse me. My little s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlWithAHeart/955805/ This is the story of a girl who wrote a secret note, and locked it away. That note reveals her emotions, thoughts, and decision. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlWithAHeart/955767/ You were never there for her.You never cared for her.You never showed he loved her.You never appreciated her.Sad Thing Is..."her" is me.You never showed up.You never supported me.You hated my mother.You are nothing like me.He did not love her.He did yell.He did hit her.He did the worst a person can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlWithAHeart/955737/