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		<description>The original writings of author Unique_ Renee</description>
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			<title>Ousider</title>
			<description>As I settled onto the dreary grey chair I dazed onto the outside world. Everyone has problems the people of London are simply zombies walking, with a mission on their minds. The intoxicated fumes from the so called eco-friendly cars cloud our streets and judgement.&amp;nbsp; I laugh humourlessly as I he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/489833/</link>
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			<title>The Truth</title>
			<description>As i look outside from the window of the&amp;nbsp;smelly red bus to a world of cold, grey,wintery darkness&amp;nbsp;.I realised that i had been lied to for the majority of my reasonable dull life, I realised the family(country) that i have been brought in has been literally groom me up to be a working sol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/488424/</link>
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			<title>Emotional turmoil</title>
			<description> Dedication to abuse 
BY SHAZNA ROB!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/450378/</link>
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			<title>How can I explain myself?</title>
			<description>What do you do when all you want to do is tell a particular person the truth! I tell you what you do, You write it all down!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/379591/</link>
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			<title>Change</title>
			<description>Life grows difficult by the day,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;need to change.&amp;nbsp;I thought&amp;nbsp;I could cope with anything being so new, but that was so long ago when&amp;nbsp;i found out during May!&amp;nbsp;Things must&amp;nbsp;change!&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;only a few days ago that&amp;nbsp;I was the most&amp;nbsp;h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/332667/</link>
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			<description>Dreams are hard to describe,when&amp;nbsp;I think of a dream,I think of you but when i cryI turn away from you.My dreams are my soul,my dreams are my flaw,dreams were what&amp;nbsp;I saw wheneverI&amp;nbsp;saw you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/327950/</link>
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			<title>Dreamy eyes</title>
			<description>As&amp;nbsp;I closed myeyes and saw youI&amp;nbsp;realised that thepower of dreamand thoughts could alert my sensesof what&amp;nbsp;I believed is the power of my lovethrough your eyes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/327948/</link>
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			<title>How i was beatened</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;saw it when in painI&amp;nbsp;saw itduring the&amp;nbsp;warothers seem calmI&amp;nbsp;see myself cryingothers make it throughsome brekdownbut all thisstarted&amp;nbsp;during the&amp;nbsp;war</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/327207/</link>
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			<title>Tears</title>
			<description>I laugh when happy,i laugh when scared,but war is neither just sadness and tearshe left me notes,but i left him nothing,i thought, i could copebut in the end i endup crying.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/327205/</link>
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			<title>Battle</title>
			<description>School project that i find good enough to go on here!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/327106/</link>
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			<title>my pain and suffering</title>
			<description>I thought lifewas meant to be interesting and unrealbut in the endall it didwas to killbecause nothing could change what i sawthe pain and inhumanitythat faced me during the war, so many of&amp;nbsp;mysisters, brothers,&amp;nbsp;mothers and fathersdied for me and what i believe&amp;nbsp;is t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/325996/</link>
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			<title> EXAM PRESSURE</title>
			<description>As i can guess most of have or will soon go through the pains of exams and this is a story that i wrote which relieved and my most needed time =]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/271201/</link>
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			<title>Pain</title>
			<description>i'm in paini'm cryingi need helpi must panichow could all these just be the start of my future&amp;nbsp;i need more time to try and practisethe waste of years the waste of my lifeall these just for my future!&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/270433/</link>
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			<title>Love is so hard to compare</title>
			<description>Love is mysterious,And makes me feel hideousSometimes&amp;nbsp;I become cautious That makes the people&amp;nbsp;I care about nauseous.It's hard to explain with love always thereBut I know that love doesn't careCause it can takes your heart while eaten a pear.&amp;nbsp;As i smile and laugh Love..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/258249/</link>
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			<title>Why...</title>
			<description>As the warm glowing rays from the sun piercing through the wooden blinds of my bedroom window, I sat up and thought about my daily plans. Today was the day that I was going to announce my secret to&amp;nbsp;the world, I don't how, but I was going to. As I steadily got up and left the comfort of my bedro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/254843/</link>
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			<title>Mysteries of life</title>
			<description>I saw him in the streetand then life looked up at mebut all i can see was the eyesof a ghost who would love mehowever those eyes would justbe an imagination of the deepthoughts that would haunt mecause all i could ever think ofwas what could happen if lifewas to die for me and him..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/248986/</link>
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			<title>A day to remember</title>
			<description>Just a short story that has been remodelled =]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/248664/</link>
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			<title>I watched as life wasted away</title>
			<description>Its nothing special but please enjoy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Renata/248304/</link>
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