http://slow.writerscafe.org/peppermint99088 The original writings of author Melissa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776085532 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Written July 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/580819/ Written April 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/541429/ 11-05 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/541406/ She sat in the rocking chair, her gray slippers gently lifting off the floor to propel her backward… forward… backward… forward. Without taking her eyes off the book, her hand reached out and found the cup of jasmine tea waiting silently, faithfully, on the side table, wisps of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/515358/ Written March 2009 for K http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/389502/ Brown refrigerator.     Wobbly table.    Musty sunlight through a single window.    Steady concentration and a sweaty brow.    Cream colored liquid dripping slowly through a moistened piece of cloth. Earlier that week, Mrs. Abbott.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/375311/     A book her teacher read aloud to the class titled Belinda’s Hurricane, a First Grade Reader with a goat on the front cover, and a magnifying glass that popped out when she pushed a button. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/375309/ Written January 2009 for R http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/374752/ She pushed her sister ahead of her in a final surge for home.One moment in the sun.The next moment, dark.She threw her body against the door and locked it just as the girl slammed into the glass.“Hurry, ring the bell!” she yelled at her sister, who was standing on her tippy-t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/368760/     Mommy promised that when all the snow melted and we could see the woodchips, we could play in the park.  By ourselves.  After all, I was eight years old now.  Certainly old enough to watch Kimberly.    Our eager noses pressed against the window... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/362062/     “Elizabeth, you wanna make planets for our science project? Then we could… hang the planets inside a box?”    “Oh, yeah!  And have them attached to toothpicks.”    “Oh… why?”  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/360988/     The mattress was old and violently bounced whenever anyone on the bed made a sudden movement.  The walls were brimmed to the ceiling with a lifetime’s worth of accumulated memories and objects her aunt was never able to get rid of, hidden away in suitcases and cardboard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/359215/ “Sorry,” you told me,“didn't get you a present.”Oops. Merry Christmas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/355454/     They rest their heads on their mother’s shoulders.  Soft afternoon light drifts through the plastic blinds, casting a glow off the peach colored walls.  As they lie on the bed, stories told in a soothing voice float throughout the room.  The older girl traces .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354911/     afraid I’d drown drown drown in a gallon-sized, white-colored bucket while nectarines and water made moving shadows on the side, the nectarines looked slimy in the water was there one that didn’t have a bite taken out of it? yes but the water got in my eyes and I walke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354675/ Barbie faces and Care Bears covered the floor.I was the only one without a sleeping bag.  I placed my teddy bear on the bed.  So high, alone.A midnight snack?  Okay.  I’ll set my Barbie watch (with the plastic straps) for 12:00 AM.They wouldn’t wake up.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354672/     It is Sunday afternoon.  I wait.  Anxiously.    “Mommy, Elizabeth here yet?”    “No, honey.”    “How much longer?”    “I don’t know.”  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354670/     Sitting for some moments, she sensed herself slowly slide off the sofa.  At a suitable stopping point in the story, she slipped her finger in to mark her sentence, stood up, and nudged the cushions back in place with her knees. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354669/ She stood in the bathtub with no previous recollection of having arrived there, tears tripping silently down her face.  She attempted to quell the trembling that made its way through her body: the pink flower bathtub decals were firmly beneath her feet, her fists clenched the bottom of her yell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354668/ “We do not remember days, we remember moments.”- CESARE PAVESE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354667/ This stemmed from a friend's assignment to write his "life story." It's still a work on progress -- more chapters to be posted online at a later date. If you were to write a life story, what would you write? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354665/ Written July 2008 for L http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354607/ the sunlight off your hairleaves a glint among my despair.and when all else seems to fall apart,or when, walking down the street,or when sitting on a little chair in a crowded shop,a memoryfloatslanguidly, lazily to the surface . . .i’m lost      &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354605/ three short wordshang in the air between uswith the stillness of three gentle feathers. Your silence is enough.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/354602/ Through one of two windows,the kind of sunlight that only happens on a Sunday afternoonshines on two girls eagerly cross-legged on the floor with their newest board game.Their first time seeing Candy Land, they sit quietly,eyes gazing over colorsthat paint a new world echoing with laughter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/300234/ A sestina is a poem in which the last words of every line in the first stanza are repeated in a specific order in the ensuing stanzas, following the pattern 123456 / 615243 / 364125 / 532614 / 451362 / 246531. The final three-line stanza uses the pattern http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/213930/ Written 2004 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/178325/ I.We lie side-by-side in the grass, trying to trace constellations in the sky.  From behind, the dim light from your house illuminated the trees that surrounded your backyard.  Crickets, or some other type of insect, made a constant clicking sound somewhere off in the woods.  It w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/peppermint99088/178324/