http://slow.writerscafe.org/ecrivaine The original writings of author Winona en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779612316 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I didn't think it would take this long but well, here I am on the bathroom floor, screaming even though the air in my lungs is slipping out of me. I want my father and I want to sleep. Part of me thinks that the tears streaming out of my eyes, along with the pain in my chest, that is keeping me cons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecrivaine/1197374/ My first year of college in the f*****g country. No exaggeration. I'm pretty sure I got lost a few times on the campus. The buildings are nearly connected but the outside is another story. I had to duck my head whenever I went outside so I didn't run into the geese. They liked to fly kind of low. It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecrivaine/1192237/ When I think about being a writer and what kind of subjects I wanted to write about, I've always wanted to have something out there like a book, nonfiction, like a diary. Having a diary is like having a best friend. Only better. It won't talk back or judge you. The words you put down don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecrivaine/1187012/ This is a fictional journal based on my experiences before, during, and after my first year of college. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecrivaine/1187007/ I am the real Queen of the DamnedFull of sin, flaw, contradiction, hypocrisyI am fury, fire, water, ashA phoenix reborn again and againAn angel with clipped wingsBlame FateBlame GodBlame Mother Earth and Father TimeI am an undisguised force to be reckoned withNot to be put on a she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecrivaine/963144/ These eyes that surround me; they really never leave.I close my own, trying to avert them at any cost.But they are so indisputably ever-present, so dominant.I am not powerful enough to escape them.Some pairs are magnetic, alluring, seductive like the apple that touched the lips of Eve.Some are empty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecrivaine/959040/ I start to walk and there are many things in sight. They are strange, unfamiliar. Unlike any other thing I have seen in past times. It is as if they are with no name; no true identity for the sake of dangerous intentions. I will not even think to give them a name. If I know the truth, it will r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ecrivaine/959034/