http://slow.writerscafe.org/Fire_Child The original writings of author BlueJay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776202485 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is your name? Juliet. What is your nationality? Irish and Russian. How tall are you? 6'4"5. How old are you? Born in '87. There is no waythat I am going to change my age once a year! What colour hair do you have? Dark brown. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/970783/ The trees that had once green leaves,Now are stripped bare.Nothing left, not even twigs,The ground she walks upon,Are littered with bodies. Bodies that have taken their own lives,Bodies that were singed in the fires.Her magic is as black as a starless night,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/968868/ Those eyes; oh how they shine,Those lips so silky and fine.And when she takes me out,I feel like merely a puppet. Let me pull away; she just smile,As we allow the people to look awhile.As they start to move, the grip loosens,She looks as though she was about to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/966490/ Herdangerous scent drives her insane,Thosedeep hazel eyes can kill a man.Asmile forming and her head tipped.Tonight,a coin will be flipped. A girl sits with hair dripping wet,Scratches on her face; bruises on her legs.Takes a breath as she rotates the chamber.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/966485/ Whiteas a sheet, pretty as a Rose,Herpain and hate will always grow.Untilone night it ended suddenly, Witha black-haired woman dressed elegantly. Withraven-black hair and silver-blue eyes,Thisgirl is in for the perfect surprise.Paleand emotionless; the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/966454/ Youheld me from my fears,Notears ran down my cheeks.Thenyou went awaySoI pictured you in my mind.Willyou come back to my life? Softand tender lust,Younever hurt me with that touch.Solong you have been gone,Thegirl is in my mind,Willyou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965998/ Adoll with an innocent expression,Adusty white dress,Perfectrosy cheeks,Herhair is in a mess. Waitingfor an owner,Wantingher strings to be cut,Onceshe has a victim,Itwill be her ticket out. Shesits on the shelf,Watchingthose t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965995/ Welcometo the Masquerade,Thoughshe begs you,Donot be afraid. Thereare drinks and things to eat,Andif so lucky,Theywill cheer you to Eternity. Withdifferent coloured masks,Donot go telling them secrets,Evenif politely asked.Just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965991/ Thescars she bares cannot be seen,Thedeath of her feelings are commencing,Inthe darkness she saw the light,Butrunning away;Shegave off hate. Angerand pitiless emotions are strong,Mercy:going, going, going, GONE!Hasshe done the right thing?has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965990/ Iwant you to imagine something.Closeyour eyes and see something.Goone, I know you're peeking.Justdo it... Close your eyes. Theworld is different,Firelights the sky,Wateris blood,Andeveryone has no smile. Nowfocus on someone,Anyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965981/ Theforest was a sanctuary,Theshadow hid her sorrow,Likea porcelain doll, she walks,Butunable to shatter. Hereyes are the past,Hersoul is her home,Andwithin the nights,Shefeels no warm. Starscome to shine,Themoon peeps out,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965975/ [BlueJay:] I am not the "JollyGreen Giant" who steals vegetables from people's garden! [Friend:] Are you sure about that?LOL [Kimberly:] Yes she is! You stole mybroccoli! [BlueJay:] Whhaaaat?! Oh the littlegreen fluffy thing that I thought was um, ....... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965583/ Oneshot, two shot, three shot, four;Fiveshot, six shot bodies on the floor.Crawling,screaming, dancing and feeling,Thisis the best night, she will have,Thisis the only night, oh isn't this sad!Shewill remember only what she is told,Thereis going to be nothing,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965531/ Sangue in un bacino,Vivere per l'eternità,è niente di più semplice,Di vivere per sempre! Themost famous Lady Killer in history,Awoman feared by men, children and women.Yetthe stories have developed in a darker legendary,Abouta murdere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965523/ If anyone can give me a title, I will put your name as a credit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965505/ LONDON | 2004Itwas summer and it happened that "Tourist Peak" was about to start.Tourists flocked Buckingham Palace, strolled down the Eight Royal Parks ofLondon: Bushy Park, Green Park, Greenwich Park, Hyde Park, Kensington Gardens,Regent's Park, Richmond Park and St. James's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/965486/ The moon shone, oh so bright.The winds-chimes ringing light.There was a sense of serenity,As I went back into memory.The flames, they kept me warm,A memory, a life; I had it all. I could hear music and dancing,I could see a figure laughing.Her hair blew with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/964995/ Duringmy teenage years,Anemail popped by.Idid not answer it;Inever even tried. One.Two.Three.Four. Nota clue anymore.Weeksby weeks,Severalcame,Idid not commit. Shealmost gave up,Wantedto leave,Gain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire_Child/964985/