http://slow.writerscafe.org/goldh31 The original writings of author Isabelle Faye en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776144204 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A little something i wrote based on a six word story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1169958/ There once was a girl who dreamed of going to the seaside... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1168169/ A very bad story I had to write for English class; it was supposed to be a modern-day fairytale. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1145067/ I had to write a happy memory for English class so, here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1087631/ This is written for someone very special. Although I know it probably won't, I wish with all my heart that this will happen some day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1071362/ So, I finally decided to continue the story. This is written from a different point of view than the prologue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1066622/ This is something I wrote in less than three minutes about something that's been bothering me lately. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1054987/ This was....about something that happened to me today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1046904/ I....I needed to write this. Person who this is about, please don't feel badly or guilty because I feel this way, you are amazing and you can't help it so please don't beat yourself up. I love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1042158/ The title is...well, "Blank", or the math symbol for an empty set. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1041243/ I wrote this poem rather hurriedly because I just need to write, to get my emotions out. i hope you like the result. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1041239/ What I feel like right now...sort of. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1041236/ A five minute quick poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1031248/ Warning: Language, Violence I want to be clear,never,ever,under any circumstance do I use this sort of language. However, I wanted to be realistic when writing this scene and therefore I included it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1028754/ This was inspired by a conversation I had with a very close friend of mine. It is a true story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1024554/ This idea was taken with permission from Anthony Q. Armstrong. I thought it was interesting and I wanted to try it myself. It is strange how another's words can define you perfectly, isn't it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1023836/ I just started writing it at midnight because the first stanza suddenly came to me as I was doing something else. I'm afraid the poem doesn't make much sense, I'm sorry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1022282/ This was written for a very special friend of mine, I think they know who they are. I'll do it if you'll do it with me, we can fight this battle together if you want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1019706/ Pretty self explanitory... I took it from Legolas, with permission. He took it from Kinnixk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1019513/ I got the first line while trying to do homework and had to write it down and I just kept writing from there. I'm sorry it's bad, I wrote it in 5 min. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1010474/ This is about a boy I met while I was volunteering at a homeless shelter. He was 17 and there alone and very shy but once he started talking he was so much fun to be around. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1009886/ Yet another writing for class, about a garden where it didn't belong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1007959/ Another thing I wrote for class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1007877/ I wrote this for class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1007817/ All alone in a room full of people,  I'm screaming but nobody hears.  I'm sure, if I die, no one would notice, I was never really here in the first place, always searching for escape, a way out.  No one notices the tears rolling down my cheeks, large droplets of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1007324/ I wrote this in 7th grade for a class so admittedly this isn't amazing but I needed to have a least one short story so... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1003702/ I needed to write this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1003401/ I wrote this as I was sitting outside by my birch tree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1003327/ Another piece for the once sentance contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1000081/ This is for the one sentance contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/1000079/ This is dedicated to a friend who could use a few more smiles in his life. I think you know who you are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/999332/ Here's chapter two. "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson belongs solely to Alfred, Lord Tennyson and no copyright infringement was intended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/996690/ Remember that night a few years ago?I'm sure you do. Remember how it started out so nicely? Sitting, talking.Peace? Remember how it turned out so badly? Fleeing, crying, screaming? Remember how you promised never to hurt me again? How you were begging on your knees?&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/994788/ Mirrors, Reflecting yourself.  Take a look... Do you see the pale girl staring back? Her eyes wide, afraid.  A fading bruise on her arm, in the shape of a hand.  Do you wonder how she got it? Or maybe, do you already know? You were there after all.  D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/994282/ I'm trying to run in water, No matter how fast I pump my legs, The water slows them down. I'm trying to sprint,  My legs extending out as far as they can go, But the tendrils of water reach out, Wrap themselves around my limbs.   They pull me under as I struggle, Thra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/994269/ The ink splatters across the page like blood.  The droplets spraying the paper  with a dark coloring.  It stains the pure white destroying it.  Writing poetry is like cutting, a release.  My words spill onto the paper, bleeding fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/994264/ This poem was inspired a bit by "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. I wanted to work with communicating a lot while saying very little. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/992712/ {Chapter One} A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.~Edward de BonoHeather woke with a gasp, her whole body trembling. Her hair was plastered to her head with sticky sweat. “It’s just a dream.” She whispered to herself. “Just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/990263/ "YOU ALWAYS MESS UP!" The screaming, the fighting. "You're fake." The cold hard tone of his voice. "I HATE YOU!" The slap of his hand as it came in contact with her cheek. The shocked look on his face. Her hand, reaching for the burning spot on her cheek, staring at him. The spinning room... her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/990262/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/990261/ I gazed out across the water, watching the surface sparkle as it reflected the sun's rays, the waves rolling. I closed my eyes, inhaling the salty sea air. I heard the waves crash against the shore, their soothing sound threatening my resolve. "No." I told myself, my voice barely louder t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/990258/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/990257/ This the story I imagined of an old dog we called Yoda who was at a shelter I helped at. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/990255/ A short poem I wrote a while back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/990252/ I wrote this poem about all the times I search for my dog, expecting him to be there but he is gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/990251/ While I was out of the country, my dog passed away. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to him. This poem is my goodbye, my apology for missing his final moments, for not being there for him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/990250/ Sometimes I wish for the sky to go grey,for all my fear to just fall away.I wish for a world all black and white,where no one feels the need to fight.I wish for a world a world away,A world with no sorrow,a world with no pain.I wish for a world with my broken heart,A world where I can not fall apart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldh31/990246/