http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dogan The original writings of author Meaghan M en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033061 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Commitioned by one of my friends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/810808/ In The Storm, Safety First, Puzzle, Solitude, Relaxation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/658111/ Drowning, All That I Have, Give Up, Last Hope, Advertisement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/658110/ Seeing Red, Food, Pain, Through the Fire, Triangle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/616108/ Pen and Paper, Can You Hear Me?, Heal, Out Cold, Spiral http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/616106/ Broken Pieces, Test, Drink, Starvation, Words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/610913/ Obsession, Mischief Managed, I Can't, Are You Challenging Me?, Mirror http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/599516/ Traps, Playing the Melody, Hero, Annoyance, 67% http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/599512/ Fairy Tales, Magic, Do Not Disturb, Multitasking, Horror http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/593691/ Danger Ahead, Sacrifice, Kick in the Head, No Way Out, Rejection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/593689/ Sport, Deep in Thought, Keeping a Secret, Tower, Waiting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/593685/ Family, Creation, Childhood, Stripes, Breaking the Rules http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/591846/ Teamwork, Standing Still, Dying, Two Roads, Illusion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/589448/ Precious Treasure, Eyes, Abandoned, Dream, Rated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/589446/ Flowers, NIght, Expectations, Stars, Hold My Hand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/589445/ Tears, Foreign, Sorrow, Happiness, Under the Rain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/588727/ Vacation, Mother Nature, Cat, No Time, Trouble Lurking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/587225/ From black velvet skies that cover the night, It comes from the east with colors burning bright. While the world dreams in a slumber so deep, The trees and birds awake from their peaceful sleep. The sky goes from black then to pink and to blue, And the grass begins.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/586730/ Y O U                 A R E                 I               N .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/586728/ Where do you run,When you have nowhere to go?Where do you hide,When everyone’s eyes are on you?Where can you be alone,When you’re surrounded? When do you cry,If you’ve always been crying?When do you scream,If no one is listening?When do you give up,If s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/586727/ her still shadowin the forestmakes no musicyet sprays sweet symphonyon her aching heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/586726/ Do me a favor.Take my hand, and close your eyes.Come with me, come in here with me.Oh come on, I won’t bite.There we go, now close them tight.No peeking. Outstretch your other hand.Do this for me, please?Touch something, anything.I won’t let you fall, stop whinin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/586724/ Hallow;Black;Empty;Dark;Broken;I knowJust by lookingIn her eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/586722/ It's that feeling you get That morning you don't have to wake up at all.When the sun is just rising and it's coming in through the blinds.When the only sounds are the morning birds singing to each other.It's not hot. It's not cold. It's that perfect temperature underneath your comforter.It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/560881/             An aged, suited man stands alone at the entrance. Opening the door, he does not necessarily smile but nods to each of us as we enter. Already the colors of the outside, although dark and dreary, have faded away into this world of bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/519122/ Questioning, Blood, Rainbow, Gray, Fortitude http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/508149/ disney princess poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/508107/  Bailey stormed out of the therapist’s office having only spent about twelve and a half seconds there. She grabbed her helmet off the receptionist’s desk and quickly made her way out to the parking lot. Mary thought it best not to chase after her daughter. Simon, on the other hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/447834/ another badly written first sentence for that contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/393347/ Prolouge to an untitled novel I've yet to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/380660/             My cousin Naomi came to live with us when she was sixteen. I was nineteen and she was the only person in the world who called me Vlad instead of Vladimir. I had never met my cousin before she came to live with us. She was the daughte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/371129/ Nothing is sweeter than fruit from the forbidden tree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/297309/ You can be whatever you want to be...Just as long as you follow in my footsteps exactly. You can love whoever you want to love...Just as long as they are just like us. You can do whatever you want to do...Just as long as it's what I want you to do. Be different...J.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/287085/ Shatter my bonesWith only wordsDrain my eyes of tearsWith only glancesStab my slowly, again and againWith only gesturesAll without touching me onceSuch amazing feats to accomplishAll from that couch of yoursWhile I stand hereYou are...You must be...It's Incredible. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/287084/           “Zoey, I just don’t understand you anymore.”          I could hear my mom as she threw her door open and stormed out of her own room.       &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/287080/ Memory, Insanity, Misfortune, Smile, Silence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/265356/ Here we twoAlone and scaredSit besideA bank of tearsCan't rememberCan't recallHow did it come to this?Back awayDon't come nearWe two alone and scaredBreak the bondsHow did it come to this?A time whenWe Two, Alone and ScaredAre afraid to go home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/247733/ this time I used Star Light, Star Bright http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/247732/ did it again... this one's darker http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/247731/ took Mary Had A Little Lamb and redid it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/247730/ Break Away, Heaven, Innocence, Drive, Breathe Again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/221502/ Introduction, Love, Light, Dark, Seeking Solace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/218188/ a writing challenge for all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/213099/ the prolouge to the book I'm currently writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/211580/ Nothing is ever wong as long as you don't get caught... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/211573/ Three years from the beginning of what came to be known as the Grand War, the ones who were slaves charged at the remaining armies that stood against them. They fought like gods among insects. They fought as human beings� and won their freedom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/208632/           You’d think that they would be right. You’d think that their word would be good enough and that it could not be any other but what they said. You’d think that, wouldn’t you? But here’s the secret that they never tel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/208613/           It was as if I was watching it all occur from above; like I was sitting on some ridge or even a cloud as it unfolded before my eyes. I floated, yet I felt like I was falling at the same time. There were two of them. One was a girl, younger than .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/208606/           Some stories are supposed to be forgotten. This is not one of those stories. This story was never supposed to exist. Her story was supposed to have been erased from history. All that is left are bits and pieces.     &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/208339/ October is a deceptive month, flaunting its vibrant colors and smells while masking the death-like slumber it brings upon the earth. Leaves hide their green bodies with shaded masks of browns, oranges, reds, and yellows as they break free from their wooden prisons. The smells of pumpkin spice, vanil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dogan/208333/