http://slow.writerscafe.org/iruffatti The original writings of author Isa Ruffatti en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776083473 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Social influencer Dannie Cardenas has been on a 5 week cleanse when a follower tracks her down and asks for her help. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1996565/ Arriving in Anansi, a city where freedom of expression is the law,Journalist Cosima Espinosa witnesses the city’s PM shot,and must join forces with Det. Yuki Beulens to find the who,why,and stop a war http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1978180/ While on a trip to Amsterdam this year, I saw an unusual piece of graffiti. It read, "I Used to Love Her". Wondering who could have written this, inspired me to write this piece, about love long gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1885107/ Chapter II Two high school seniors sat on a bench, reflecting on existence. To the right, gazing at the floor, sat Paul. To his left sat Georgia, squinting uneasily at the sun. She’d gone outside at 3 sharp. After taking Orwell’s government-made standardized test, she was officially don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1849476/ Chapter IIt is often said that great events in history are like an ocean’s waves-they are bound to happen. In Depression-era-poverty-stricken Germany, the time was ripe for a dictator like Hitler and his bombastic promises of wealth, pride, and hope. He was their powerful and benevolent savior.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1834824/ Reading has always been my hobby of sorts. If boredom should ever befall me, I always made sure that it would never surprise me bookless. Going to the library was to me what going shopping was to many other girls my age. Still is. The mere act of taking home a shiny new book to devour fills me with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1785150/  A very long time ago I gave up a piece of my Self to someone my Best friend but This piece of me was Trampled on Scratched and mauled until Greatly disfigured Hard and bitter it Showed up at my door Beyond recognition So I opened the door to Let it in then shut The door and left that Ugly piec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1773889/ I get an unusual gift for my birthday from a friend. Turns out, that is the first of many unusual events to come, all to culminate in a breathtaking epiphany about the meaning of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1657344/ … once upon a time an ordinary girl lived in an extraordinary world bustling with ordinary people living their lives, accumulating stories to tell the grand kids as proof that they existed. They are a story of stories. I am a story of stories and what you see: a short seventeen-year old with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1657342/ Part IThere aint no rest for the wicked,That’s what they said.But it ain’t the good doing the resting,There sure is rest for the wicked-Here at school.It is the good who are studying hard,It is the good who are working on projects-While the wicked copy and do nothing.It is the good who a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1651854/ Freedom of expression can be easily agreed upon as a basic human right. But what if it became the law of the land? Anansi is an exploration into this question. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1552621/ Claude stared. Holly was gone. Notrun-off gone, more like vanished gone. What tricks were kids into these days?The girl’s magic trick were embedded into his head.FORGETHER. He did not.DoI have to kill you, too? Forget her!Suddenly, some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1459459/  Holly found herself hastilyforging a signature. Robert’s signature. Who was he? Was he hot? Slowly, thequestion of why formed in her shallow mind. Huh, dumb Holly wondered. I musthave a good reason. School. But Holly wasn’t in school anym.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1458999/     Wakey-Wakey Holly woke up in a strange room.Or so it seemed. “Whooooo!”she wailed drunkenly, “Lasssst Frrrridayyyy Niiiiite!”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1452286/ These are just a bunch of writing exercises, basically, I have a random scenario and characters and work with it. The first thing that comes into my mind, I write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1452285/ This was for a school assignment and we had to write an ode about random stuff. I, as you can see in the title, got a potato. Let's see how much I can glorify a potato, shall we? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1447204/ Teenager moments, we all get them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1447202/ Family dinners are unique, and this is my family's version of one. Enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1447200/ This story is a comment on beauty. I know it doesn't look like it at first, but it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1442821/ This is a poem that criticizes labels. I myself was diagnosed with all of these diagnoses and I this is what I think about them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1442540/ This poem is one of my many reflections on life, this one deals with the question: is life good? Is life bad? I don't think life had much to do with it. It's all about us and perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1407068/ Kurt is filled with purpose to do good and an unyielding wish to do genuine good. To find sense to this nonsense, he goes shopping. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1403235/ In short: my grandmother had a creepy dream that could have foretold one of her friends’ death. This is a fictionalized account of a real event. Note the word fiction. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1399551/ A door slams shutI am left outside in the cold There’s no use in waitingDoors have slammed on me beforeMany, many timesToo many to countNow I slam my doorMany, many timesToo many to countBut the cold never stops.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1263044/ Between happiness and miseryUnfeelingDon't know where I belongIf I ever haveIf I ever willA mishappen puzzle pieceToo big or too smallToo slow or too fastSomething feels wrongMy smiles, my hellosRehearsed in my mindToo tight or too loose?Am I too rigid to be any fun?Tight as a rod I amUnbendableSome.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1263042/ Between happiness and miseryUnfeelingDon't know where I belongIf I ever haveIf I ever willA mishappen puzzle pieceToo big or too smallToo slow or too fastSomething feels wrongMy smiles, my hellosRehearsed in my mindToo tight or too loose?Am I too rigid to be any fun?Tight as a rod I amUnbendableSome.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1263038/ Everything is movingThe Earth and StarsThe flowers and the cement beneath my feetWhile I stareIn frozen amusementLook how they moveHow I stand stillWhy can I not move?The world spins out of orbitI hang on to a poleBut it spins out of control tooI fear to lose controlMy biggest fear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1263036/ Under construction... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1201878/ This is something that popped into my mind. I'll probably use it in a dystopian novel I have always yearned to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1201867/ A pshycopathic killer threatens a school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1172246/ ‘Tis a newproduction, you seeOf unhuman sounds that the human ear soadmiresbuzzing, chirpingbarking, singingprancing, flyingA bumblebee, a dogNo chains to holdthem fastLook how they live! ‘Tis a new prod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1151166/ AwakeningI open myeyes. I am not at the house. The air is moist. A ladder sits in the middle ofthe room. The room is shaped like a glass ball. The ladder disappears through ahole at the top. I take tree steps back. A dog is coming. It is a beagle. Ihave se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1141309/ It is a story about a robotic, stick-to-the-rules girl changing her life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1141308/ Personal Statement             My wholelife has been about beating the odds; I was born two months premature. My lifecould have ended right there, in that gloomy grey hospital, but it didn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1133877/ TheOutsideItis cold outsideTheysay, come inButI doubtIam a stranger in the darkOutsideor InsideMakesno differenceJusta stranger in the rainDrowningin the rain Smile,they sayIfake a smile or two.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1133872/ Puppeteer DearMr. PuppeteerPleaselet me down to restIfear I shall not riseTosociety in one pieceRiseto such expectationsForthem LadyEtiquetteHowsweet and foolish do I find theeYetLogic is not on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1133867/ Shine Blindinglights look up at meIcower behind a curtainDancers,clad in colorful velvetTothe stage they marchAdecision on their mindsShouldI follow? Theblinding lights keep me at bayTurningmy cloth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1133866/  It was afine morning, Mr. Donnelly thought, as he crouched down on the floor to inspecthis new lobelia flowers. Of course, save the wind, but even that wasdiminishing. His mind failed to even touch the notion of the young girl’s deathlast night. Fu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1133857/    Nina Franco, a young college graduate and anaspiring reporter, had just discovered a big story. She now found herself on adark New York alley, handcuffed and gagged. Great, she thought, is this were mylife ends? "It is," she watched her boyfriend Chris emerge from theshadow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1076483/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1073018/ Young Chris Todd is the top suspect for his girlfriend Nina Franco´s murder. It soon turns out Chris was framed, but then, who, if not Chris, would have had murdered Nina. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1073008/ Demon! Wretch! Return mine lost words!Return what so cruelly have thou taken Lost!Forever gone and just not reachablePerfect words, oh so lost Lost!Folly of time this hath beenI´m sureTurn back the clock! Turn back the clock!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1073003/ Tell meCan a once-flameburn bright againNay, ideas die and stay soMay somebody pick their scentrekindle hopeStray mighty despairAs we the peoplecan have a sayWe can turn Fate´s wheelWhile Time favors usBut when it endsand a flame flickersFate shall findA new hand to lead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1048501/ Try, tryGet to the topMy foot tremblesI am pushedFall, fallcould-be liesenvelop my thoughtsdid they lie, did they?When praise me so they didAm I truly goodor truly a wretchtoo small and meekfor understanding theeWhistle, whistleI salute theemelancholy windI wish to sleep for awhileFor I fancy I am n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1048500/  Look around you as you sinkInto deeper despairOver what you do not possessand never shallYou don´t have those eyesthat so flatter menYou have no hairto be proud of As the Titanic you sinkeven deeper stillSwim, Time has still not fledBeauty is not all there isYet it remainspossessing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1048495/ I wrote this in 8th grade when we had been reading Daniel Keyes´s novel Flowers for Algernon about this topic: should scientists meddle with the human brain, of which which we still know so little. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1046372/ This is a Haiku about the French Revolution though you barely have info enough to deduce so from the haiku itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1046344/ The official slid back into the shadows,just as Elli happened to stroll by. The little boy deserves more credit thanMervie gives him as he, like Official Goodman here, knows what snow is.However, if you were to see him now he would have a cleverly made mask of utterconfusion on his face only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1039577/ I am comparing contrasting two characters who are dominant figures in Matt's early life, and whenever I liked the book or not and why . I wrote this for a test and got a 90, hope you like it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1026944/ This is my essay about success translated into English (PLEASE TELL ME IF SOMETHING IS WRONG). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iruffatti/1024865/