http://slow.writerscafe.org/Xx_Mizfit_xX The original writings of author Xx_Mizfit_xX en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776144291 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It seems so bittersweetto kiss this lettersend it awaydefeat these demons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xx_Mizfit_xX/1277587/ He watches through the staircase spindlesPeering at this strangerwith his luminous yellow-green eyesHis tail flicks slightlyalmost a twitchSuddenly he darts belowbehind the couch and thenoh noHe attacks the feetof this young manthe feet belonging to my boyfriend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xx_Mizfit_xX/1162008/ Did you ever tell? The story of the succubus and how she stole your innocence? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xx_Mizfit_xX/1127062/ It stirsclawingrippingscreamingbreaching the surface It draws a breath inconsuming hopefaithhappinessexpellingchaosdeathhellincarcerationfor a beast so wickedunfeasiblethe chainsonly subduegivingonesolitarymomentin timewhere thereis peaceIt shallrise againand fallto another .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xx_Mizfit_xX/1030634/ I walk alonetime and time againthose who come asidepassI am a cursethat infectseveryonewho crosses my pathand for thosewho chooseto walk along side me.in the shadows they sufferan everlasting tortureSolitudefor this beastdemonsher only companyin the end i shall always bein the depths .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xx_Mizfit_xX/1030090/ Sunrise brought incineration upon her damned soul, recycling her ashes unto the earth's soil. This was no accident. She had tired of this immortal life. She had longed for an end, a rest, a long eternal slumber. Her name was Elayne. She had been a vapiress for nearly a hundred c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xx_Mizfit_xX/1022095/ Tell me I'm special. pretty, talented,gifted and grand.No one, ever tells you the truth.That you're nothing, more than ordinary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xx_Mizfit_xX/1022049/ You load the gunwith guilt and lies.Before this is said and done,One of us dies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xx_Mizfit_xX/1010317/ Old habits,calling.Demons,still haunting.Past,repeating,again.Life's misleading lies.Leaving me trapt and tormented.Fighting,against the odds.In the end,it all leaves me hoping.If there is a God,He'll give me,a second chance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xx_Mizfit_xX/1010263/ Cursed,I must be.To watch,helplessly,as he withers away.Captive of demons,concealing my screams.Suffocating under suicidal tendencies, until I'm blue in the face.My own,sympathy,empathy,builds my gallows.Lies,deceit,secrecy,lay my noose.Mistakes,remorse,failure,created the bleeding,scars u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xx_Mizfit_xX/1010257/