http://slow.writerscafe.org/pinkspikes The original writings of author Megan Harris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206903 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I had nothing and I became nothing. That is, at least, how it started. I opened my eyes and saw shining dark green to the side of me. I felt the chill of the metal on the side of my face. I felt the pain, the burn, the fear when my body rushed back to me.Before it started, before I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/462211/ I had officially entered the boy’s club. This was something I had looked forward to for months. Jasper’s teammates teased me about it on the car ride up from our home town in Brunswick. Saying things like, “It must have been some awesome sex! Jasper usually neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/462210/ I saw a church ahead of me.Flanked by an ancient bloody house and a dominating golden cathedral. Tarnished bolted lock, no key. Blistered double doors. Stained with ebony ashes along the lining of the windows. Windows that were probably myriads of c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/355273/ we lie down in reckless decadence the sound of wavering remission and a heart filled confession of love lofting above our headsflying into the clouds of the night said with a tongue that hid inside a kiss the words were spoken ties were broken - love was free the bells rung our b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/354691/ I want to close my eyesAnd fade outLike noise muffled by increasing distanceI’m still looking for meaningThat may never defineThrough the glowing of someone else’s eyesLiving life through a camera lensAnd a bag of dollar store pensI’ll see something worth my timeO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/353018/ These walls are closing in on meI've kept to myself too longThe words you spokeThe life you broke -Here laying in piecesWell it took a yearBut I'm whole againHiding behind my barriersIt took a life time -To fall in loveTo give everything upFrom the moment I openedMy locked do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/353016/ I can picture it as if it were yesterdayPassion pushing up against apartment wallsFeeling rogue tongues in cheeksForeign mouths becoming refugeesAnd you hid your whispers of love behind my teethAnd held down on a bedI reached for your neckGently pressing my nails down your throatThen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/353014/ I've spent years in contextLooking for love in armsThat for the better part of myTwenty yearsHave been busy strangling meMasked with abusive speculationI took control andColored my world with autumnCrush the happenings like dead leavesold dirt on your shoeFrom funeral fresh grave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/353012/ No,I am above you.I shine brighter, more willingMore talent coursing though my veinsCreativity eroding meInto ashes flying throughFictional places, beautiful scenesCatching myself only to breatheMoving my hands alwaysPen to paper, fingers to keysMusical clicking,Painting words .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352925/ We live our lives in symbols Her and I - look out for things we see She gets sucked in, I'm forced to follow Should I love her for being gullible...For falling for anything That she will stand for We're both so fragile standing with arms touching Arms, and skin in skin. She smel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352600/ Drawn to it immediately Pulling at the strings that tie Me to all my beliefs Coming unstrung my life undone The goals I'll never reach The life I'll never taste I saw it glittering Hanging by a chain A piece of my heart Swinging in front of me My hands are tied By unbreakable r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352519/ I notice we are wrapped in vines, tangled webs of lies. Myriads of colors painting all our scenes. Bedroom, basement, pushed up passion against apartment walls. Paperthin reminders that I'm not alone - sometimes I smell you in the corners of rooms, where you were standing, staring straight ahea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352512/ Sometimes I'm walking in circles under the dominating sun on a summer morning or watching myriads of leaves get caught in a wind tunnel as I roam on an autumn evening. Either way there is a moment when I pull my camera to my eye and see through it a whole new world. Where everything physical has bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352226/ Go ahead...I promise...I'll say all the right wordsDo all the right thingsI'm just a toy nowI can see it in your eyesYou want nothing but the passingThat's all I've ever knownYou're just a ghost that's come to use meI'll be something to have and be hadYou'll wear me and never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352212/ You are the banner of my existance Hung about my heart Swaying with the sound of breathI remember and Smell your phantom scentand still I picture:An infinite emptiness. BUT I am not alone here There are shadows I am one I whisper out to no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352210/ Writing prompt: "Point of View/description of lake from someone who just commited murder..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352090/  Part 1 "I have so many names for characters, I often forget which charactersbelong in which stories." she looked up at him even though it seemedthey were still separated. "Like ours?" he replied as he reached for her notebook. She grabbedhis hand before he laid .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352087/ WE gave you OUR desperateour desolateour needy cold lonely refugeeswe gave you our original brokendreamsWe told you them into your earThat could hear nothingWe laid them like offerings onyour sandaled feetYet you repay us byletting people hurt usin ways we can't describeby wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352042/ Did we ever see it coming? Jilted and hungry-full with our pseudo politico-religious ideologies...They never even noticed it coming in...and when it walked in bare hoofed, wrinkled, alone, grunting...You and I were laying sprawled out on the floor.Hands touching, smiling, Soaking up th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352041/  I can't make these things up I never twisted home into hell you can't make water into blood or food into starvation there is just no way you can fixliving in the poverty of emotions trying to make riches of love  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352039/ These patterns involve falling or maybe just tripping over stones or bricks that were used to build the place that you hide in. Or maybe, just maybe they involve you and me as young as school children with cootie shots being irked or miffed or alone or depressed or giving up. Maybe they involve s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352037/ I have stepped away from you countless times Counting cars and crows that flew byBut we walked together all this time We made tracks in snow, our feet in time But I walked off and got myself lost Now that I've turned around and found indents of moments we had never really spent Let .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352035/  These sheets are stained They never changed So many chances they've seenSo much skin to brush up againstThe soap does not clean this kind of dirty I put my hand on my face Is this me?I remember being small Innocent Covered in blue and whiteFlying kites and running -&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352033/ The barriers are built again - Never taking down what would have savedThey broke before but not again I've learned the tricks I refuse to let myself trust I'm in my walls trying to rebuild the Confidence, Dignity, Pride, and CharacterI traded for empty moments of bliss Perhaps I shou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352030/  You provided light for all my dark I am too scaredToo frail to hold it all backUnderneath you I shook Holding tightly to the feeling You've seen the world I live in Covered in the black My hues are fading out In my cheeks no tinted glow I am fading into the backdrop of br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352028/  I measure my life in blinks of my eyesBecause they'll accurately describe But how to describe them Well you'll have to ask one of the many menWho looked right in them when they lied Or the best friends that held my face up Every single night.I can move my hands My tender palm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352027/  No...I am sorry my darlingI can no longer swim against you.Feel your slick silk skin tickle My own. To me you are a forbidden entity That - because of my curiosity -I have become entangled in. As I fought harder to understand You enclosed on me like a fisted hand. Oh, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352024/  The oil in the lamp has dried My inspiration has followed.I can't imagine being without you, Now that I have tasted all that makes you sweet, Now that I have tasted all that makes you bitter.Drifting in and out of silenced coma, You can't take this away from me The feeling of e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352023/  Closing eyes to find fieldsGreenery burning with flowers Floral yellow flowing boundless I'm reaching out to touch My hand passing through silk Your skin subtle - whispering "Settle this." Fingers tracing facial features Pressing up against one another Tracing nai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352022/ A story about a 25 year old woman who is starting to see the unbelievable. She tries to cope with help from her spirit guide who she just reconnected with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352014/ A short story about a young woman's encounter with a ghost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinkspikes/352007/