http://slow.writerscafe.org/kemone The original writings of author Kacie Delane Davis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987346 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It wasn’t supposed to end this way.This was meant to be my happy ending.But not all dreams come true.Not all caterpillars turn into butterflies.Not all flowers bloom into things of beauty.Yet everything is eventual. Here I lie.Each breath feels forced .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1437019/ Sorry, I couldn't think of a better title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1365664/ I wrote this in my Creative Writing Class for April Fool's Day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1365117/ One of my favorite, but painful memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1310593/ a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1299390/ Gaine lost his eyesight by the age of six. After years of being blind he's finally grown desperate enough to do something that would forever change his life for what he hopes to be the better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1297290/ something i heard said in my daydream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1264753/ a flash fiction I wrote at 1 am http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1251398/                               Last on my list“When somebody says ‘The last thing Iwant to do is hurt you,’ what they really mea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1251393/ So many walls built to try and keep from getting hurt Then someone comes around and they are so nice and sweet They even open the heart The gain trust and a path for them to get pass the walls is made Only for them to destroy the delicate contents inside .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1180627/ The town prospered for several years, but on the 13th anniversary, a few hours before the festivities celebrating the Hangman's death were to begin his executioners disappeared. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1179002/ Tired and Feeling coldWalking on this road aloneJust looking for some companyFurther down this winding roadI see a graveyard calling out to meDeserted and emptyBut oddly homieThe wire bench under the skeletal treeAnd those cold stone gravesLook so welcomingMaybe I'll hangout herewith the deadWh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1125513/ this is only chapters 1-2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1112323/ this a song i wrote out of boredom while thinking about a break up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1112313/ this is the first of a series of short stories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1074107/ a random love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1074072/ Hmm....Maybe not my best work http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1064274/ He knew he had to kill to survive, he knew this the moment her pearl white fangs slid into his delicate throat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1057801/ Ch 5 RewardingRewards  Iwanted out. This wank wanted me to bring him the three meanest goons in myschool alive. Ya that chance. The only way I could get them anywhere is dead.What pissed me off most was the simple fact that I had to do it. I had tolisten to him, and he kne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1054154/        The Bet                                         &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1050549/     Blood Lane sat on the park bench watching the sunset. It was like a beautiful painting. She admired all the colors. Purple, red, pink, orange, and blue of course. It was gorgeous to her. She wished she could watch sunsets all the time. To her they were the prettiest thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1050545/ a bit depressing i must admit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1050544/             It Hurts  It hurts to have someone in your heart But never in your arms To have someone in your dreams But never within your grasp Instead you watch them walk away In someone else.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1050543/    How do you know  How do you know what you feel in your heart is true?           How do you know they feel the same for you?             They can lie and say it&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1050541/   The Dead get lonely too        Part 1 “Come to me……” her voice called again. “Erik…” It was the fourth time that week Erik Thomas had heard the female voice. She’d been calling him for over a year and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1050539/ Bonus : Wrong place, wrong time “Erik…Looks like we had a little audience tonight. I need you to take care of them. Look for him and that young dame he was with.” Who is he…?“No one important.”Who?“Ugh. Zach Vergance and Adri Daye. Why doe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1047060/   Ch6 they die in 3’sI left Trisha’s house around ten or ten-thirty and headed to the park. I had to set up everything. I still hadn’t dug the big a*s hole which was kinda essential for my little Jakcob trap. He was six f****n’ feet tall so it had to be pretty damn dee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1047059/  Krave        I               Daniel couldn’t understand what had happened to him. He couldn’t recall anything from the past five days. Well, in all honesty he didn’t k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1032183/ i couldn't decide how to end it so i wrote a extra page and a half http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1031101/            13 ThoughtsWhere am I? This is the first thought to cross my mind. It is cold and damp. It is dark all around me. Wherever I am feels cramp it is hard to move. Hard to breath. It is claustaphobic.I try to sit up but fail. I barely ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1031098/ CH 4 No Way Naturally I was scared to go to school the next day. If you saw what I’d saw you woulda been too. I was the last guy to see Mark alive, after all. Plus I’d I gotten his number from his girlfriend. She’d flip out and tell the cops, the phone company would trace .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1031092/  Black Rose          Christopher Black never believed in myths or silly superstitions. He walked under ladders all the time. He stepped on cracks, too. He found the idea of a black cat being bad luck ludicrous. He always allowed black cats to cross his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1029126/            Don’t say it’s Name  I’m looking for a nice scary book,” Shane began “the kind that would keep someone up at night.”   The eerie book keeper smiled an ugly sight “Ah, my young .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1029072/ Terror at the Museum                             Billy had met the hottest chick the other night. Her name was Sarah. She had it all smarts and a nice body... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1029064/  Darkness surrounds this placeWhere hatred can't escapeI feel the walls of solitude closing inI hear my screams for help I hug my knees tightLike he would wrap me in his armsAs all the memories blur into oneHe would wrap his arms gently around my hipsAndEver so softly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1028563/ CH 2 A New Status          The next day at school everyone had a new respect for me. It was really weird. The football players that had been tormenting me just days before, were high-fifing me. No one said anything about Jake or Dean not being at school. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1027386/ CH 3. 1st Collection        School was going abnormally well for me. So I wasn’t expecting anything crazily freaky to happen. Just normal freaky but No!       Around second block I started to hear a voice in my head. Not like skit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1027385/ Am I an essay?I think notAm I a song?Please Why label me?Why not just let me be me?I prefer to be untitled.Is there really a name other than me? Am I a book?Don’t think soAm I a Violin for you to play?No I am meThat’s all I want to beNo la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1017827/ based on something my friend told http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1012014/ I see you staring at meI feel your judging gaze you dont know the pain you causeYou dont see the sorrow YOu've brought I know what you're thinkingI've heard it all before I won't let you hear my screamsI won't let you ruin my dreams I'll plaster a smi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1012012/ ScreamsBloodcurdling,reverberating off the walls ArmsReaching,pulling at the barsBloodStaining,fills your nostrilsSoulsDamned,trapped and tormentedDeathIn every room,putridMindsOverflowing with chaos, curruptPainIn every pore, torturingTerrorstrongInsanitycerta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1012001/ Roses are red, Violets are blueI would be nowhere without youyou who is always there for meyou who really cares for me Roses are red, Violets are blueI'll always need youpromise you'll never leave meI need you to truely be me Roses are red, Violets are blueOh, my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kemone/1011994/ CH1. 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