http://slow.writerscafe.org/dellphilby3 The original writings of author Phillitup en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992501 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I don't even know... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1378073/ It’s a normal Saturday in the Neiker household until Megan loses her newest friend, Mr. Cuddles the snake she found in the garden. Her older brother, Jase, and his best friend, Tyler, are recruited to http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1290750/ The stars float ahead of me and I'm panting, losing my breath. I bend to my knees, pain searing through every inch of dripping anxiety and fear. Clutching the hope while the sun comes up and I start to run again. I run through the bushes and fields, valleys and hills, ice and wind, rain and warmth. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1261253/ There are so many people in the world, and I am guilty of being one, who think they do the world good and then hurt people they don't mean to. They grow farther apart and they never come back. Maybe it's because they're hurt or maybe they just don't realize what they're doing. To think of myself as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1260894/ Not quite sure what this is, I just posted it because I haven't in a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1260884/ Listen,can't you hear the bells? The raindrops?flowing wind                            that whips through the air.Whistling and howling. Eerily.Stop your life for on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1187402/ I wrote this because, I'm not sure I just felt like it. Sorry I'm not on much and when I am I remain hidden, not reading or reviewing. I'm just rather busy. Thanks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1187398/ As your sad eyes turn back to me,and the rain drenches you to the bone.I desperately want to hold you in my arms,comfort and protect you from the things I said.More than the fact that I hurt you,I sting because...I can't tell if there are tears,or raindrops on your cheek. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1168900/ To you...you know who you are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1167778/ In a flash,the dark is gone,the light has come.Don't give up.It's right there.Reach out,feel the warmth of the light.I'm here,to help you as you struggle through the darkness.In a flash,'it will all change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1151014/ Please make me a promise... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1147112/ Friends.They can be any shape or size.Age or personality.As long as they make you smile when you most need it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1147108/ smilesso many kinds,styles,meanings.mysteries. they lurk in your smile,deep in my soul...lies the meaning of the smile that we shared. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1139303/ sitting with you,laughing until I hurt,I kind of wonder.what does it feel like to be relieved?of all the stress and built up pain.the nightmares and truths that I want to do anything with but hear.to not have to deal with it anymore.for it to be gone,never again here to stress me.all to be over...I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1119484/ TingleThat turns into a stingInto a searInto a tearA sliceA slitHurtPainWaxingWaningCryingScreamingRunningWritingPoundingThrobbingStoppingStartingCeasingDecreasingAll from a tingle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1113753/ Reasons why...you're my friend,I care,we stick together,you're amazing,we are perfect,you listen.Yes,only some of the reasons why...I couldn't live without you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1112330/ Sad,a wrenching pain.Why?!I want to know!I don't care what time it is,or who is there.I don't care about the world,this torture isn't fair.I was chosen,to be sad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1111599/ "The locket is once again in the world." The low moan of the hooded figure growled. "And I want it back.""Sir.." Henry began, "The child is young.""No excuses! Give it to me!" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1110021/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1110017/ There,Gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1107907/ Why is the world cruel?Why do I try so hard?Why am I writing this?Why do I even write?Why do I care what you think?Why? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1106496/ lines and linesof wordsthat spread acrossa pageso barren is their resting placeso dullthey contain no truthspreadingout likespecial stars that shoot across the skyI must be free of stanzas http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1102916/ SometimesWhen I look up at the beaten starsWho have been here much longer than IOr gaze upon swirling windsThat have met more peopleI wish with all my heartThat tomorrow won't be like today wasMaybe I'll find myself inside the window while I mustAnd longingly stay in the world that I controlFly away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1102911/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1102210/              Ashiver found its way up Cody’s spine as he and Thra trudged across the landscape.An eerie air was given to the grounds in the oncoming darkness. Clouds had beendrawn before the sun and a breeze had become a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1102028/             Afterbreakfast the next morning the talents set off for their first class. Talentclass. Led by Blake, the talent head, the students had a chance to harness andwork with their powers. Blake took each of the twins into his of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1101468/ dusty coverpuff of lifetearing bindinfinite strifeinked on wordsmeanings like a knifea book I holdstory shrill as a fife http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1101450/ 1. The Kingdom Keepers (a series) by Ridley PearsonI have a major confession. This is my favorite book series. It seems kiddish and some of my friends are haters but I know adults who just love these books. This is a series about five teenagers (nobody's) named Finn, Philby, Maybeck, Willa, and Char.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1100834/             Bythe time the twins had gotten home, dark clouds had formed overhead. They hadbreathlessly explained everything to their mom who had broken down in stickytears and gasping breaths. She had pulled them close, refusing to le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1100662/ Weary eyesWith a soul to match.Heavy breathingAnd the sigh of despair.Done,Through with the work.CompleteOr not I am done.No moreWork.I layExhausted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1100091/ dark as the sun islightblack as the sky isbluescared as a child isinnocenthappy as the depressed aresaddark as the black in the night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1099628/ (A lady sits on a bench reading a paperback novel. Jesimonenters and slouches down onto the bench. The lady closes her book and places itinto her purse.) Jesimon: What you lookin’ at?Lady: Well, I was just wondering if you were chilly in thoseripped blue jeans.Jesi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1099339/ StrewnAcrossThe field.TossedByLazy hands.LeftToBe unloved.HurtToSting forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1098799/ In the darkSo black I can't seeMy feetSlapping the pavementLaced up In lime green sneakersRunningThrough the painThe defeatThe exhaustionGrabbingFor a buttonHard to findIn the bushesThat will save meAnd bring me backFrom the place where no one can see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1098224/ I have done this before but I decided to do it again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1097686/             Leosat nervously twiddling his thumbs. He hadn’t brought anything with him fromhome to keep himself occupied because he had foolishlyassumed that it would be over quickly. The tests had gone quickly. They were odd and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1097676/ This is written by one of my friends who denies me every time I tell her to get an account. This is copyright my friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1097648/ Donewith the liesThroughwith the questionsTiredof the chasesAnnoyedby all the urgencyDone, through, tired, annoyedwith the life I am living http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1097642/             Thecandle flickered, the flame danced, and the world went dark. Cody sat boltupright in his bed, breathing hard. He reached his hand over,never opening his eyes, and grabbed hold of a disheveled spiral bound notebook. Cody al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1097638/ You asked for a sequel to my poem "Dark" so here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1097384/ All who can become one with themselves may ensure an adventure beyond compare full of courage, magic, and discovery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1097259/ Twins, powers, friends, more powers, awesome idea, need much more? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1097257/ Lostbeyond discoveryTornbeyond repairDeadbeyond awakeningIn a worldI thought I knew http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1097083/ In the darkI'm fallingHardThe pavementStings my palmsIn the nightI'm running from evilFighting for my lifeAnd the kingdoms http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1096673/ this Christmas Iwant to sit beside youwatching the fireand thinking have your head on myshoulderand watch thetwinklinglights watch the worldpass, obliviousto the reasonfor the season listen to childrentear open presentswrap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1096246/ I have recently been deep in thought about the following theory.SBS= deeper then REMUnless you are familiar with both:A) The Kingdom KeepersANDB) Four stages of dreamingthen the aforementioned theory will make no sense. 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Before kindergarten all of my dreams.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1096081/ The constant flow of day to daythe twitching of a minda flow of goo as thick as taffydeep and oceans depththe thoughts that haunt me day and nightthat swim in circlesbore and intrigueand wandering soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1095102/ what I don't havewhile being chasedwhat is taken awayby a surprisewhat catchesin mid-sentencewhat I gasp foras I drown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dellphilby3/1094541/