http://slow.writerscafe.org/lindsayt98 The original writings of author Lindsay T en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078165 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 1The earliest days were the goldenones. Jesse enjoyed spending time with us; Nicholas was as innocent as anewborn fawn, and then some. We lived in Kennedy, a Minnesota town with apopulation of just under two thousand people. Kennedy was a place I simultane.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/1194909/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/1194906/ New story I'm working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/999384/ “Have you got everything?”            Violet’svoice is patient. She’s had to put up with me all morning, ever since I woke upin Holly-panic mode, convinced that I hadn’t packed any of the right clothing.Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/997497/ I pretend to be sick for the next three days.            It’scowardly, I know. At Valley Academy, you need to be very sick to skip classes, so I make myfoolproof fake-vomit recipe. It’s a jar of peanut butter, diluted with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/997496/ Pearson has started talking to me again. At first, progresswas slow- a few words here and there, a nod in the hallways- and then itstarted picking up speed. He would drop a witty sentence, start a conversation,and suddenly- bam- the old Pearson wasback.     &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/997495/ The rest of the week passes slowly. I eat lunch with all myfriends; Violet, Brighton, Hudson,Elijah, and Pearson. Pearson and I do an excellent job of pretending oneanother don’t exist. I don’t understand why;it’s not like Pearson and I were dating. We were good friends. An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/994875/ One of my favorite places in Valley Academyis the common room. It’s big and cozy, and the stained glass windows are alwayscovered in a fresh blanket of snow. There’s an endless amount of comfortableplaces to sit, too, and today I’m sprawled out on one of the couches near the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/994767/ We started off together, a fresh page in the book,Even at six years old, our friendship never shook.We entered first grade hand in hand,Two best friends, venturing into a far-away land.A place where finger painting was a talent that shone,And I never imagined it would all be gone.Those first few yea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/994117/ “Knock knock knock!”            Violetgroans. She rolls out of bed, where she was lying with an open chemistrytextbook, and pads towards the bedroom door. Violet and I have a silentagreement that whenever someone knocks on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/993926/ I’ve only been in trouble once before.            I was eightyears old, attending a tiny elementary school back in Long Island. It was a rough time for me, because of everything going onat home, and I had fallen into the path of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/993212/ Standing on the fringes of life,Wind cuts at my cheeks like a knife.I don't know whether to stay or go,I've got hidden emotions, with nothing to show.Around me, all I can hear is wailing,Cries and moans, never prevailing.The walls are grey, floors shrouded in black,Our houses are nothing but rundown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/993022/ This is a short poem I wrote a few minutes ago. It's pretty abstract, but I hope you enjoy it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/992265/ Just finished Chapter 5 of "Pearson". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/991910/ Chapter 4 to "Pearson". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/991886/ Chapter 3 to "Pearson", my new novel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/991885/ Chapter 2 to "Pearson". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/991884/ The first chapter to my new novel, "Pearson". Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/991882/ This is a novel I've been working on recently. It takes place in the snowy, ice-capped mountains of Switzerland, in an upper-class boarding school called Valley Academy. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lindsayt98/991881/