http://slow.writerscafe.org/Always The original writings of author Flaming Coal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031704 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The hours seemed to be getting shorter, and a soft golden blanket has already settled over the sky. As the hours pass, the birds wake, and the dew forms on the grass. The little girl lifts her head, just enough to notice the colorful splotches on her dress. “I must have fallen asl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/996971/ Written for a contest! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/996963/ When there are tears on my face,I’ve only stubbed my toe. When I am crying on the outside,I’ve only lost my way home When I let out a whimper,I merely lost a friend. However, when I close my eyes, sigh, and put on a fake smile,I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/993858/ Thursday, August, 28th, 3000The rain patters slightly on the window, decorating the glass with clear jewels. Slowly, I open the window, inhaling a breath of morning air, sticking my hand out, and letting the rain sprinkle onto it, bouncing back with every drop. I duck down as my neighbor's car pulls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/992488/ JohnThursday, November 4th, 2010Time doesn't wait. Time doesn't slow down. Beg all you want, but time just keeps on going, acting like your nothing but a fan in the sidelines. Time doesn't have any fans. It may have a few scattered in different places around the world, but as far as I know, to most .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/992209/ VioletWednesday, June 6th, 2001Rats, holes in the carpets, unidentifiable stains on the walls (U.S.W's), popcorn so disgusting that you can only eat a few bites before your stomach begs you to stop. Bathroom stalls that don't lock, toilet paper scattered on the floor, unfriendly people, our local mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/992204/ There's a song at the end. Make sure to start playing it before you start reading. (It's the clean version of Perfect by Pink.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/991912/ Sunday,December 2nd, 1956I’ma creator, not a destroyer. Except, right now, I’m destroying nothing but myheart. I open the windows, spread my arms, and I jump, trusting the wind tocatch me. I feel like a butterfly, just waking up from a deep slumber, jumpingout into a world .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/991901/ Set in 6 different times, 6 different people battle the troubles they face, only to find that there are other people, dead and alive, who face the same problems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/991899/ A random prose poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/989885/ You were next to me and everything seemed so perfect. We were littlegirls then, who skipped down the sidewalk, inseparable. Then, you startedignoring me when I called your name. You talked to strangers more than youtalked to me. Therefore, I took a step to the left, while you went to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/989380/ A different prologue for the same book, tell me which one you like better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/988837/ At daybreak, I travel through the oceans, lighting up the sea.At night,I tiptoe in the meadows, shedding light onthee.I am the one who makes the lights flicker, laughing as the normally insolent humans think, "Ghost!"I am the one who can travel anywhere in a second.I am the o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/988769/ Throughout this life, I’ve learned, painfully slow,That you should be careful what you say and do,Because that all affects who you meet and where you go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/987196/ Isn’t it funny howit takes a million people to encourage someone to do something, but it onlytakes one person to convince them that they’re not good enough to try? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/986987/ Prologue  The room is filled with chatter. One hundred different jams,freshly baked bread, cheese, and milk are all scattered around the tables. Isneak a bread roll and some jam from an inattentive old lady, who is busy chastisingone of my friends for not making eye contact when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/985767/ "Ever since I was fourteen, I knew I wanted to work here, but now I'm eighteen, and I can't understand why. Why would anyone want to work here, on a train bound for darkness, bound for death?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/985765/ Angry faces and crossed armsShould I have spoken more? I thought my words might bringharm. I sat in bed at night, eyeswide open, those bitter tears rolled down my cheeks.It doesn’t feel nice to have atear roll sideways.I only just realized you lied... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/984778/ A quote...by me. :) To me, this doesn't really have a significant meaning, because I don't really feel this way, but someone out there probably does. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/973612/ This is a series of quotes/poems (all written by me); it's as simple as that. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/973609/ This is for a contest where you have to describe yourself or how you feel, in one sentence. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/973212/ This is a song I wrote about the Hunger Games! :) It's in Peeta's point of view, and it's about how Katniss loves Gale, and Peeta loves Katniss......poor Peeta.... :( I do not own the Hunger Games! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/972266/ I do not own Jar of Hearts! P.S. It sounds much better if you listen to Jar Of Hearts by: Christina Perri, while you're reading. :) I couldn't figure out how to put it on the story! :) Thanks! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/971246/ If life was a dream then I'd float in the sea.If life was a dream then they could never hurt me.If life was a dream then I'd jump and fallOnly to jerk myself awake.But, we'd have to wake up eventually,So, where would we go if we woke up from our dream?A vast sea of darkness?A endless field of light?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/966235/ A short poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/965907/ A short story about a girl who is fighting depression when her whole family is found dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/965837/ A short story about a girl's life as she tries to adjust after waking up from a coma. Her struggles as she so desperately tries to catch up with the life that refused to wait for her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Always/965826/