http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dae The original writings of author Chelsea Schermerhorn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007260 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wizards,Witches,Magic Galore. Princesses,Thieves,Castle lore. One morning I awokeIn a bed not my own,Surrounded by A sea of green. The meadow grassWas soft beneathMy beating heart And weary feet. From the edg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/538606/ Written for my Creative Writing Class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/533433/ one-act play I wrote for my Creative Writing Class. Still in the process, but wanted to get some thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/523275/ An essay written for my Victorian Literature class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/508018/ Poem I just composed actually as the beginning brainstorm for an essay I have to write for a class. When I complete the essay, I'll post it as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/508013/ Princesses� Rags An adaption of The Grimm Brothers� �The Shoes that Were Danced to Pieces� By Chelsea Schermerhorn In Dedication to Diane �Aunt Sis� Britton http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/437679/ An essay I wrote last year for a district academic competition. I placed 2nd in my district with this essay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/371672/ An essay I wrote for a scholarship application about a concept that intellectually excites me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/323372/ about my wonderful boyfriend. I finally got to meet him last weekend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/294835/ Related to Secret Powers, my first novel. This is something I wrote on Friday, when I had freetime in class. Hope you enjoy! Check out Secret Powers if you get a chance! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/258751/ another essay for English class. "Two page, handwritten essay about the value of the small, everyday events of life." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/214747/ essay written for my English class this year. Not yet expanded it, though I plan to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/203052/ Related To my collaboration with Phoenix De Lafe, kind of background information, I guess you could say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/203045/ Weeks passed on the ship with Jade being no more than a slave to he pirates and their desires. Her young demeanor was soon stripped of her, and her sixteen-year-old self was gone. It was as if her past life was only a fond dream that she could scarcely remember. This was her life now.There was o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/203040/ For the second time that day, the same pair of dark brown eyes blinked open to see rays of light. These rays were not sunlight, though; they came from a candle sitting beside the bed Jade was lying upon.This was not her bed. This wasn’t even the bed in the room at the governor’s mans.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/203029/ A rooster crowed, announcing sunrise. A pair of dark green eyes blinked open to see tiny rays of light penetrating the green bed curtains that surrounded them.This was the seventh day since Jade's family had disappeared, and today, she had been summoned to the governor's court. She pulled back t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/203023/ Novel In Progress- collaboration with Phoenix De Lafe. What I put on here is only my part of the story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/203021/ As the three left the protection of the castle walls of Savine, each of them felt a different emotion at leaving behind their home. Kaleb felt excitement; he was finally free of servitude. Miguel felt remorse at leaving behind his family friends, and the only life he had ever known. Michaain felt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/203013/  So, for 8 years, Michaain hid his power, but the power was always lurking there in his mind. Sometimes it even spoke thoughts into his head, and the thoughts grew stronger and more frequent as he got older. He learned to ignore these and to push them away as soon as they penetrated HIS t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/203006/ “What are you doing out of your room?” Michaain heard a high pitched voice behind him on his way to his father’s throne room. “Didn’t father banish you to your room?” Michaain turned around to face his seven year old sister, Michellee, who happened to be the big.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/203000/ Little is known about the ancient Land of Fire, Wind, and Water in these modern times, but before the Great Flood and the Great Arc of Noah, the Secret Powers of people prevailed. Why were these powers so secret? Because the were despised, even by the people who possessed them.In these dark time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202994/ still working/editing. I started it when I was in 7th grade. It needs a lot of work http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202990/ Creepy High School Girl Poem....eh.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202984/ Life is beautiful,Life is grand,except when you hold painin the palm of your hand. Life is wonderful;life is good,when everything happens,just as it should. When something goes wrong,when you're all alone,remember that lifewill always be unknown. Life i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202981/ another High School Girl Poem......eh.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202979/ High School Girl Poem.....eh.......lol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202975/ Poem/song written for my sister who moved to Pennsylvania. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202972/ I thought it was gone,But I was wrong.There is no happinessLeft in this song.The weight of the worldPresses down on me.This pain, this struggleIs all that I see.The load is becoming heavier;These burdens are too much to bear.No one seems to know;No one seems to care.There h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202967/ People pretend to know me,But they have no ideaWho it isThat I am.They ask me questions,Seemingly interested.But,Do they really care?They ask to be polite;To make themselves look good.They ask so they can gossipAs if it’s for their livelihood.Am I just a toolfor amu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202963/  A wave breaks upon the rocks,waking me from my reverie.And for a second,Sparkling drops Adorn the air surrounding me.I slide down off the rocks, Into the ocean below.The water is so cool and crisp; It refreshes my body, mind, and soul.As the water, at last, engulfs me,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202959/ About my best friend... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202955/  You grope in the blackAnd try to find a light.Something…anythingTo fill the void.You sense a flicker,A spark of warmth.Slowly it growsOut of the dark.The spark shines brighter,Lighting the room,warming yourheart and soul.The spark has grownAnd is now a fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202952/ I wrote this in 5th grade after September 11, 2001. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202951/ Is it wrong to want it?Am I just being difficult?Am I a thorn in people’s shoesJust because I want solitude? I need time alone,Time to think things through.No one seems to understand;They think I am a recluse. It’s not that I’m a misanthropeWho wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202949/ Perchance it’s just a dream; an unachievable fantasy.Even those who dream for such wage a war within their hearts.As people grow wiser and knowledge grows, you’d think peace would be possible.Certain facts of life just cannot be attained.Especially the facts that are fantasies... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202948/ Part of a poem I wrote for a friend on his birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202926/ It seems so strange to mehow something so destructivecan, at the same time bebeautiful and beneficial.When the red-orange flames roar upand consume that which is combustibleand you see the scorching blue center,the base of the flames,it can instill in you such a peace.This peace .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202924/ Greatness comes at cost.Majesty has a price.Grandiose demands dues.Momentous rests with impost. Mistaken is the nature of epic,For it requires tragedy.Just as power obligesResponsibility. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202909/ I actually want to write a novel around this piece, kinda based on my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202897/ My mind races;It never stops.It’s crammed full;What do I do?The thoughts and feelingsThat I hold backHaunt my mind And my heart.What am I to do?Confusion clouds my judgment.Why do I think this, and Why do I feel that?Who’s to listenThat it won’t both.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202892/ Take me away,away from this place.Take me somewherefilled with beauty and grace. I love my home,Don't misunderstand.I'm just so tired of following.this same plan. Day to Day,My life's the same,never changes,so mundane. Show me adventure;Make my heart .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202889/ I must have been made for a purpose…But right now it just doesn’t seem so.I try to satisfy.I try to please.But it seems that nothingWill make this pain ease.A slave I am,To those who claimTo love and careBut who hurt and blame.Nothing’s ever good enough&helli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202884/ I see so many peopleWith friends and friends, galore! They share their hearts and souls;I wish for nothing more.While others have close friends, With whom they can compare, wishes, dreams, and desires;I am left alone, here with only myself for company.What is wrong with me?I do n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202882/ This is supposed to be the first in a series of short stories that I want to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202877/ an old short story for sophomore English class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dae/202870/