http://slow.writerscafe.org/Chikalatte The original writings of author Chikalatte en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215986 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “I’m sorry I made you come,” I mumbled, looking down at our entwined hands. I felt his body go ridged beneath me. He wrapped one of his long, strong arms around me and pressed me into his warm body. 1“It’s fine.” he whispered in my ear. His words were slightly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikalatte/242612/ It’s like you don’t even care that I cryFor you and all the things you’ve done to meYou used to be The one who’d come and comfort meYou’d build me up and dry those tears of fearBut I’m alone now I’m stumbling and fallingDown this twisting, ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikalatte/242117/  The long, monotonous shrieking pierced my ear drums. I knew that sound. I knew what that meant. I clasped my hands over my ears, making a barrier against the screaming. But it penetrated my barrier as if it hadn't been any thicker than paper. Please, I pleaded to God, make it stop. If it sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chikalatte/242115/