http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shaggyrocks The original writings of author GraffitiOnTheMoon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069693 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I stumbled out of the alley, pale and my shirt buttoned up wrong. I gave three shillings to the driver and sat into the cart next to Haley and Charlie, looking straight ahead. "Peabody." I said to him quickly. "Wasn't so bad now, was it?" The driver said, grinning. "F**k you." I said dully. "Well, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/982201/ I was stopped on the side of the road by Charlie, who grabbed me into a huge hug. "Hey...Rosaline, it's alright. It's alright. Shh....." I pulled away from him, wiping my eyes.  "Where's Haley?" I said, almost panicking because I couldn't see her. " I'm fine, okay? But where is she?" "She's st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/982168/ It was 1 30 in the morning, and the only light in town that was on was ours. Funny how now I call Dr. Isiah's home 'our' home now. It's only been a week since we found him, and we already are known as his family. The people in town thought we were his two nephews and their girlfriend, who got into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/981592/ This ones in Rosaline's diary!!! Dont be confusedd! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/980333/ This is a song :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/975593/ My Grandfather, William Fuller, sat down at our kitchen table, staring at an untouched cup of coffee. Haley, my little sister, stood across from him expectantly."Grandpa Bill, why do you look so depressed? Today is the Sabbath!" She said."Yes, Haley, I know. But how can one be happy on the day when... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/975108/ Charlie was crushed. We woke up to Benji, as cold as the ground, laying dead inbetween us. "BENJI!" He had screamed, shaking him rapidly. I stared at him with horror, for he was so upset. "Benji, NO! You can't leave me! Your all I have left!" I decided to ignore that last comment."Charlie.." I said .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/975079/ Sitting on a rock, I doodled on the ground with a stick. Benji was out finding berries or something in the woods, and Charlie was resting. He had taken sentry all night and needed his sleep. Last night, though, I should have slept. But thinking of how much of a risk it was by escaping, it left me on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/975074/ Finally, after three hours of digging, I ran a hand through my hair, looking over at Charlie and Benji, who were doing the same. We had just finished the tunnel leading from their cell to the hallway, and even though we were exhausted, if we spent another day here someone would notice the tunnel for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/975073/ Lying in bed, I realized it was almost next to impossible to fall asleep. First of all, my sister-like figure had died where I was lying. And there was the fact that I had gotten kidnapped...but never left my cell.How does that even work? How can nobody notice a girl getting knocked out and dragged .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/975071/ When I had awoken, I was under a sheet, my teeth clenching a foul tasting cloth. My eyes burnt, my arms ached from the position behind my back it was in, and my face hurt. My nose had dried blood all over it, the dead skin peeling off where I was cut. Where I was cut?!I was sure we were still in my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/975070/ By the time I had gotten back under the tunnel and onto my bed, Anne was already hacking into the cloth I lent her. "Where were you?" She asked, bewildered. I mean, I would be too, if someone just came out from under their bed after being missing for 3 hours."Keep a secret?" I asked, knowing she'd s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/975069/ I sighed and took a small bite of my dinner."Do you know what this is?" I asked."Not a clue." He said. I frowned at my food for the fourth time in an hour.Sighing, I said, " I think it's potatoes..""And oatmeal." Charlie added. I gagged."Thanks for the most pleasant ideas." I managed to choke out."I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/975067/ When Rosaline Fuller turns 17, her friend warns her it will be a exhilarating and exciting year for her. Nobody knew that in the morning, on her birthday, she'd be accused in the witch trials.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaggyrocks/974539/