http://slow.writerscafe.org/BelleMorte06 The original writings of author Belle Morte en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102981 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This was my first writing assignment from Master. He requested a BDSM love poem about the two of us. It's simple, but it speaks volumes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BelleMorte06/416861/ This is a story written soley on daddy/mommy/daughter roleplay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BelleMorte06/392020/      The wind whispered in the trees. Sunlight streamed through, painting the world with dappled green light. The sound of a nearby stream mingled with the bird song from above. The sound of tiny-winged fey flitting from mound to mound, performing last minute duties for their m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BelleMorte06/340618/                Her excitement dwindled when she thought about sharing her time with Master with Stephanie. It was the last thing she had anticipated. 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The flannel sheets come off the bed and the silk replaces it. Windows open to let in the breeze. Curtains open wide to let in the light I've blocked out during the colder months. With these visible changes comes the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BelleMorte06/257735/ As each day goes on, with every breath I take,it gets harder to hold my head above the surface of my pain. What is the point in living when you have nothing to live for? There isn't anything I can do anymore. Why should I fight for happiness? I just want a peice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BelleMorte06/245011/ Chapter not complete, will finish adding and editing as soon as I get home from school today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BelleMorte06/235582/ This book was a request from one of my friends online. 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I made a 77 on this paper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BelleMorte06/215182/ This was a story that I wrote for my SAT/ACT Prep class. I will not be editing it b/c I want to keep it in it's original form, even though it says that she supports animal abuse! lol...I'm sure my teacher got a good laugh at that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BelleMorte06/201191/ I stood above the crowd and "watched" from my private room. Remus was dancing, working his personal magic on the crowd while I was chained up here. Gods be damned! In all the commotion of the night, I had gone without feeding. The hunger rushed through my viens, my vision swam. Wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BelleMorte06/201186/ The neon glowed brightly. The line was backed up down the street to curl around the edge of the building. Inside, Dain was running the last system check before we actually started to make money. I stood before them, knowing they could not see me. 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