http://slow.writerscafe.org/belle_forever The original writings of author Belle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987672 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The memories,Make them stopIt makes heartbreak that much worse.They take you, your heart, your mind on a trip.In this case, it's not what I want. The memories,They will never stop.They tear me apart.Never ceasing pain, heartbreak, regret.In this case, it's not what I want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belle_forever/985690/      White blinding light. That was all I saw as I awoke. My mysterious savior sat across from me. I was laying in a hospital bed, that much I know. I sat up and looked at the handsome guy across from me.      He grinned at me, " You're awake." I nodded; I sti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belle_forever/984831/ Death was everywhere.It was at my door. My best friend had been taken.Swept away.By Death itself. I was utterly alone.Death had a way of creeping up on you.Or at least that's what she told me. I felt it, always.Creeping, lurking, watching, waiting.Waiting for it's chance to strike. I walk alone, but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belle_forever/984815/  Magic, can it be?More than just a tale or story?Faries, ogres, royalty, knightsGood versus evil: the ultimate fight. Love, loss, beautiful, tragicAll a part of the one true magic.Loving you is my spellI will never be rid of you, but all is well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belle_forever/984597/        My name is Charlotte. I work and live with the Jones family. Mr. and Mrs. Jones have a daughter that is my age. They turned their basement into a sort of loft for me. They pretty much ignore me, but I don't mind that at all. My life is pretty much boring,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belle_forever/984579/ Charlotte is a maid at the Jones house. She meets Jameson, a ghost. They were never supposed to meet, let alone fall in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belle_forever/984552/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belle_forever/984523/      Thunder clapped above my head. It was as black as coal, after all it was midnight. Rain pored down everywhere, making it hard to see. I pulled the hood of my overly large sweatshirt up. I sat down by the fountain. I had no place else to go my parents have kick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belle_forever/984507/ RunningI'm running fastFaster than I have ever ran before AwayI have to run awayFrom this horrible place This placeThis place of lies, of hurt, of judgementIt is pain itself. Faster I push myself faster, farther, awayI am away.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belle_forever/984483/