http://slow.writerscafe.org/Michelle%20Jeanette The original writings of author Michelle Jeanette en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013008 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A little story about a life as told through the eyes of a worm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michelle-Jeanette/274901/ A short story told from a restless woman's point of view. Caution: profanity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michelle-Jeanette/274889/ Day Two. Session One. [Click. door opens. Chairs scraping. Papers shuffling. Door closes.] So, how do you feel today? Like s**t. But really, that�s the way I�ve always answered that question, and always will, so don�t take it personally. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michelle-Jeanette/238080/ Day Four. First Session.[Click. Shuffle of chairs.]��������Where would you like to start today?�������&#2013.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michelle-Jeanette/235136/ Day Three. First session.[Click. Shuffling of papers.]So are you feeling better?I guess so. I mean, those horse tranquilizers will really knock you out.What are you referring to?The medications they make you swallow to put you to sleep. They made me take like, three of them. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michelle-Jeanette/235135/ Depremente is Italian for depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michelle-Jeanette/235131/ A semi-autobiographical novel about a girl struggling with depression. Structured as a transcript of sessions between patient and therapist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michelle-Jeanette/235130/ Being sillyTickling in the bedLaughing as we wrestleNot caring if we Laugh to hardAnd disrupt the neighborsFor life is funEspecially when you�re with the one you loveGiggling like kidsLettuce fight in the kitchenKnock over the beerNo fearWe&#2013266066.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michelle-Jeanette/235129/ Inspired by a Radiohead song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michelle-Jeanette/228680/ There is a zipper on my heart.I leave it done upFor most of my life.For very few have let the zipper slip.Undone part wayTo see capillaries and arteriesof lust and love.And the atrium and ventricle Of trust and friendship.For lust is thinAs capillaries are.Tiny burst of movem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michelle-Jeanette/228679/