http://slow.writerscafe.org/eeoopig The original writings of author eeoopig en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011758 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem about a common phobia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/1134648/ Well I used an old verse that didn't fit anywhere and a picture prompt to make this one :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/1046437/ I scribbled over the picture that I had sketched using the eyes that I suspected my little sister Libby had drawn. A random short story about evil monster thingos :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/1003469/ This bird flew a world of rejection, No one else ever came to his protection, Random poem about depression - being an outcast. :'( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/998690/ Set in an abandoned city. Nobody comes here anymore :O http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/991514/ "Because I’m not perfect, I’m not worth it." This is a poem about suicide :0 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/989026/ A world created for us - all set and made in pain. How much can we hurt? A lot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/978459/ Do you ever feel alone? Even though you have a home? This is just a random acrostic poem I wrote, about depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/978210/ Rosetta is gifted, as in she can see in the future. This "gift" is what started everything. Now the biggest assassin organization in the world is searching for her. Will she be able save herself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/977791/ Rosetta is gifted, as in she can see in the future. This "gift" is what started everything. Now the biggest assassin organization in the world is searching for her. Will she be able save herself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/977788/ A young girl and boy are murdered in a forest, supposedly by a pack of wild dogs. Until they find that all children who had been killed were blondes. Who killed all the poor children? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/977743/ However cold and dark the night, we always know the sun will rise. This poem is about death, where one has not been forgiven. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eeoopig/977740/