http://slow.writerscafe.org/doxophobia The original writings of author Doxophobia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015444 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We don't have love songSo I decided to write onebecause words can't describeHow you make me feelWhen I'm with youWhen I'm with youI can say anythingAnd be myselfThats all you wantThats all I needWe don't have a love songBut heyDo we even need one?Because with your loveand my passion for wordsI belie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1210270/ There is a hatred in her eyesThat I have not seen in yearsThere is a tear on her cheekThat I cannot wipe awayShe is too young to understandThat it is not okayIt is not okayIT IS NOT OKAYFOR HIM TO TOUCH YOUOR HURT YOUIt is not okay for him to invadeWith his slithering slime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1184246/ Halden http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1172160/ The first time I saw him was not love at first site. The first time I saw him, there was a general attraction, but it definitely was not love. I had been fighting and yearning for something that I could not have. I had been fighting for something that was not going to fight back for me. I didn't re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1170546/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1170533/ The Fourth house is a picture that haunts my dreams even to this day. I was fifteen. I fell in love. I found myself spiraling into a world of internet friends and fantasy lands that I could escape into. I was fifteen and I fell in love. Love. it is the most amazing feeling in the world. I yearned f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1066732/ It's like the winter never leavesWith the frostThe bitternessStuck to the treesClinging for something other than hopebecause we can't reachfor anything higherthan just above our headsCan we?I am too lazyYou are too lazyWE are too lazy to trytry tryTry hard enough to wipe the tears from our chee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1059118/ September 11thI remember youA bird, a plane, out of the blueColliding and crashingOn our on soilCrumbling and smashingOur heartsI was six years old, thenSitting at schoolWorrying about my pigtailsDid I look cool?How do you defineRegret and sorrowYou took away livesYou did not ask to borrow.Like a sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1035964/     Prologue    The very first thing that Frederick noticed was that the woman was holding a baby, rain was pelting against her hood, but she nearly collapsed against the door frame. The next thing he noticed, staring from the baby in her arms to her young face, was that her eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1016656/ Book one of the treble Clef's series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1016648/     I realized that if I squinted I could see his features clearly. He had dark, black hair and his eyes matched. His light brown skin glimmered slightly in the moonlight, almost as if he were a mirage. Can that happen? Mirages in dreams? I blinked again. "Why are you in my dream?" I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1001270/     When we moved to our next house, it was like time stood still. Nothing occurred. it made me think that I had perhaps imagined the nightmares that stalked across my bedroom walls, the one that slithered down the wall and crept a shadow over my bed.     I was so young.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1000854/ (Name is in progress...) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1000658/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/1000655/   I remember things by landmarks, not dates. I remember things by the objects around me, not by years or ages. So, before I begin my story, the chapters will have fictional character names, as to not hurt or disturb the real people and the chapter titles will be the houses that events of my lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/998044/     I have always been afraid of the dark. As long as I can remember, I have had the phobia of going out into the night, or even just lying in my bed waiting for sleep to take over and my heavy eyelids to finally fall. I want to say it started when I was four or five, even tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/993989/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/993984/ Guthrie and Aira http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/991293/ TasteComes in handyWhen you're lookingFor a PlaceTo hideTo cower awayAll of your fearsSeeminglyRather snideWhat is the tasteof breathagainst your cheekOr the tasteof tonguesAgainst tonguesThe feel of sweatmingling with hisOr the deep summer heatAgainst your fleshWhat is the taste of loveSweet?Tangy?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/990595/ She was sorry for what she caused.She wants her mom to know that she forgave her in the end.A lost soul that has finally found her light.Truths and Lies. Hate and Love. Finally have come to rest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/990408/ Dear Harm,You're everything to me.I can't go one day without talking to you. I can't go one day without hearing your voice. It literally hurts my heart. I have panic attacks when i can't constantly talk to you.Call me clingy, because I am. I still remember how you smelled the day I finally got to me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/984156/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/983302/     "What are you staring at, Dharini?" The man sitting a crossed from me asked, casually. It was almost as if he hadn't taken me from my home two days ago. As if he hadn't ruined my life with promises of prosperity and world domination.     I didn't answer him, in fact.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/983234/     I had always loved the beach. The sand curling itself into the crevices on my toes. The sun, hot and aching in the sky.    My favorite part, however, was when the waves of the ocean drenched my thighs. The feeling of water being soaked into every pore made me dizzy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/982232/     One would think I was used to the heat.     The blaze of the sun against my bare neck. I could already feel my tender, white skin burning beneath the rays. I craned my neck so that my face could receive the same treatment, my eyes met piercing blue sky and white puf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/982222/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/doxophobia/982212/