http://slow.writerscafe.org/b1tchgirl18 The original writings of author writingurl14 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027405 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 wait,Please don't goplease don't leave me alonewait, Im sorry that I leftI'm sorry that I said everything I said wait if you goIll be here waiting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1281564/ When self contorl wiens And anger sets in I cry to make the moment That much sweeter I let myself feel againAnger pain and hurtThats what I craveBecause those feelingsAre my only friends As soon as its done I feel betterBut its only temporary hate guilt and remo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1276849/ If my life was a bookYou’d be the best chapter The best part of allMy happily ever afterIn love with you I fallEvery time I think of youEverything you are and everything you do Your everything I want, everything I needI’ll take on anythingTo make it forever for you and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1268789/ Lauren...I quickly turned and walked up the stairs to my room, stepping inside and closing the door behind me before throwing myself face first down onto the bed. I felt like screaming, but I kept it inside. I picked up my phone as it began playing the song I had just made my ringtone, "Break" b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1267315/ My name is Shelby. Today is my first dayat MUSC. I’m kind of scared, but Amelia and George have been really nice to me.So has my new roommate, Grace. I am really freaked out. I don’t know what todo! I want to go home. I don’t want help! All I know is that you can’t stay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1253372/ Breakfast time. They woke us up at 7 A.M. I getto meet my roommate at breakfast. Her name is Sierra. Breakfast is over. I metmy roommate and she was really nice. I didn’t talk to anyone else, I was tooshy. Sierra is 15, only a year older than me. She is beautiful! I don’t knowwhy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1253371/ Today is my first day at MUSC. It is a mental hospital, I just arrivedabout 20 minutes ago. According to the clock, it is 11:59 P.M. well I have tosleep out in the open because I am on suicide watch. Well I’m going to bed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1253366/ My name is Amelia. I am 5’7 with short darkbrown hair. I have green eyes. And a perfect hour-glass figure. I am beautiful,but I don’t want to believe it. I am 14, and this is my story. I am Sierra. This is my story. When Icame to MUSC this time, I had no idea that this would ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1253365/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1253364/ Its 12:10 according to the clock. George and Iget up and go out into the halls. “We are going to catch the killer, by guardingthe halls.”  I say “or he’ll catch you.”I hear from behind me. I stifle a scream and turn around. Coming out of thedark was the kil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1253360/ I wake up, head aching. I had come home from Riley’s at onein the morning. She wanted me to go. That boy. Who was he? Greyson. I had neverseen him before in my life....‘Lauren!' It was Mum. I checked the clock, 10:30. Justenough time to get ready before I see...him. I got on my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1222219/ Myname is Lauren Blank. I am 16 years old. I turn 17 in October. October 2ndto be exact. I climb out of bed and I get a rush of excitement. Today is thelast day of school! I get dressed in a short blue jeans skirt and a bright pinktank top. I put on my black high heels and go downstairs. My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1222203/ Chapter 1 - ME! (writingurl14)Chapter 2- RunswithflyingdolphinsChapter 3- The Grey Wolf Chapter 4- RunswithflyingdolphinsChapter 5- The Grey Wolf Chapter 6- SOUL LESSChapter 7- Palmer Cross (using writingurl14's account)Chapter 8- Crazy Cat ManChapter 9- N.A.Chapter 10-Crai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1222202/ Everyone gets to write one story. I will write the first chapter and people can email me to sign up to write a chapter :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1222200/ I awake in the middle of thenight, probably around 2am. I go to the window and see something moving.Quickly I wake up George and drag him to the window. George got pale fast,apparently we had the same thought (The killer). “Is that the killer?” George asks?“I think so!&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1221084/ Once again I am the first oneawake. I wake up George and together we go to the window. Today it is Mr.Matthews. Today there is a new message. Three down Sixteen to go And as you know All must goOnce again it was written inblood. We wake the others. “Guys there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1218446/ I slept soundly with Georgekeeping me warm. In the morning I was the first one out of bed. I looked outthe window. To my horror, Mr. Ken was lying on the ground. Above him, on thewall, written in blood was a message. All will dieBy my handDay by dayTill none are left .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1218445/ OMG! I just woke up and Mrs.Abby, (one of the staff) was lying on the floor on the ground, bloodeverywhere! So I go wake up my roommate. I was jerked from sleep by myroommate saying “come on get up, tell me I’m crazy, and tell me you don’t see adead body. Naturally I get up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1218441/ My name is Shelby. Today is myfirst day at MUSC. I’m kind of scared. But Amelia and George were really niceto me. So was Grace, my new roommate. Shelby seams nice! So far I likeeveryone here. She is bulimic, and a cutter like me. She has a Fiancé! At 14!Oh well, I’m no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1218438/ Breakfast time. They woke us upat 7 A.M. and I get to meet my roommate today. Her name is Sierra. Breakfast isover, I met Sierra and she was really nice. I didn’t really talk to anyoneelse. I was too shy. I met my new roommate today atbreakfast. She seams nice, but shy. I don&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1218437/ Today is my first day at MUSC,it is a mental hospital. I just got here around 20 minutes ago. It is 2:30 A.M.I am going to bed.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1218417/ Just so you know, i Have 3 Versions more recent. This is just a 1st version. So if you like it keep looking for more recent versions :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1218416/ I had no idea what I was getting into. We are all living in fear. Al five of us. When I got in here, there were 15 kids. A total of 19. There were 4 staff. No staff are left. Just 5 kid http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1218415/ Come on" Sandra calls. "Hurry up Cindy!" Sheyells. We are biking to school. Today is Monday. Sandra is a blue eyed,brunette beauty. My name is Cindy. I am 14 years old. I have blond hair andgreen eyes. Sandra and I are in 9th. Sandra turned 15 yesterday. I turn 15 nextmonth. Today is January.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1190528/ A girl gets kidnapped and sold into sex slavery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1190526/ 1/1/13 �" Sunday My name is Alexis Ash. I am 17 years old. I go to BookviewHigh. I currently don’t have a boyfriend, in fact I have never had a boyfriend.I plan on waiting until I am in college. You see I’m the good child. I haven’tgotten into trouble for year.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1189874/ My name is Alexis Ash. I am 17 years old. I am in 11thgrade. I go to Bookview high. Ironic name you are probably thinking. Well itis. You see most of the students just don’t give a f**k. But let’s skip to thepoint. You are looking for my story. Well Edgar and I’s story.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1189872/ Alexis Ash isn’t your typical girl. She is as close to perfect as you get. She NEVER does anything without thinking it through and the last time she got into trouble was… well never! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1189870/ Just how I feel sometimes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1189486/ It was a dark night. I couldn’t even see my hand in front ofmy face. I glance at the dark sky and give a quick prayer that it won’t startraining. I continue walking down the sidewalk quickly. I am heading home from awicked party! The beer was good and the sex was better. Oliver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1151169/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1151167/ This is a poem about how I feel when I cut http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1116316/ FIANCÉ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1000216/ Friends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1000214/ Love is when you wake up everymorning thinking about himLove is when he is all youthink aboutLove is when he is all that youcare aboutLove is when he has changedyour lifeLove is when time stops and sodoes your heart when he is thereLove is when everything is okw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/1000212/ Problam Child http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/998437/ I want him more than i want to breatheI need him to be completeWithout him I am imperfectWithout him I am just skin and bonesWith him I am a wholeI am a human I have a soulWithout him nothing is rightWith him i am happyWhen he is near nothing could go wrong   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/998314/ My Two Sets Of Parents http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/998298/ As soon as I get in my room I see Dave lying on the bed,holding a small black book.“Your journal” he says holding it out for me. I take it andgo to the far corner and sit down.“Do you have a pensile?” I ask “Yes” he hands me a pensile. “s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/998288/ I awoke the next morning with my dream swimming in my poolof thought. A few hours later Dave comes in and tells me that it is time toswitch rooms. I follow him as I start down another long corridor. As we pass anopen door out of the corner of my eye I saw her. Victoria, doing laundry i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/998287/ “Dave?”“Yes baby?”“First please stop calling me that and second can you get meand Patrick journals?”“No baby, and I will get them.” He smiles at me. “But fornow it’s time for work, since you refuse to be my girl I have t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/998285/ ‘No Victoria!’ that’s all I can think. After all it is myfault that she is here. ‘I love her so much, why does she have to be draggedinto this?’ I wonder I sit down and let my mind wander to the ring sitting athome for me to purpose to her. ‘Why didn&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/998284/ The room is dark. There is just enough light for me to seethe small room that they are keeping me in. the light filtered into the smallroom form a window that had been boarded up. The room was about the size of a king bed, one window, onedoor, no furniture. Then there was me, I wok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/998281/ This is About a girl who gets kidnapped but its not a typical kidnapping http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/998279/ The gift of writing is just as I saidA giftSome have it some are missing outThe gift of writing comes with responsibilityit becomes your job to write others stories to tell their taleswriting will follow you everywherelike a good dog it will always be there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/995650/ Trash can the trash can holds many thingsone thing ismy hopes and dreamsit holds half eaten foodand random paperit holds chewed gummetforically it can hold hopes and dreamsas thougth it were walking alongthe boulevard of broken dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl18/995649/ It was a starless night I noticed as I glanced at the sky asI lowered myself into the car. His colognes smell was pungent, but pleasant as well. It’s a smell I will never forget. 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