http://slow.writerscafe.org/Red-Rose The original writings of author One Last Drop... en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051746 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tale of a girl fallen from the heavens, without remembrance of who and what she is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/280475/ This is full of emotion, so if you review, please note that this is just a splurge of my feelings, not a piece of fiction. This is true, what I actually feel and felt. Do not judge it as a work of fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/280014/ Adonia is broken when her sister Mora and her would-be lover Bane leave her without a trace or a letter. But are they gone voluntarily, or was there another reason? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/279487/ Rhiannon goes to live in a small town in Wales after the death of her twin brother, Erin. She finds the locals friendly, but there is depression underlying everything she does. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/278406/ Love is a poison...Robyn is dying inside when Kain, her only love and fiancee, leaves her. But is the antidote to such a deadly poison just as bad? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/277905/ Georgia's soul-mate and fiancee, Tom, is dying. Can she save his soul from death? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/277891/ “Now that I know what I'm without, you can’t just leave me…breathe into me and make me real; bring me to life,” Imogene was singing as Matt appeared behind her. He smiled. He knew what he had to do. It was all in her song, the way she expressed what she felt in this situatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/276938/ On the plane he fell asleep again. And, as every other time he fell asleep, he dreamed of Imogene. But this time he went straight to the garden. Imogene was singing again, her voice light, high and beautiful.“Breathe into me and make me real; bring me to life…Wake me up inside, wake m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/276936/ Saturday night brought more dreams. He again heard Imogene’s voice, but she seemed to be singing this time, although there was an edge of desperation in her tone.‘…Without a soul… My spirit sleeping somewhere cold…Until you find it there and lead it back home&helli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/276934/ That night when he went to sleep, he heard the girl’s voice in his dreams. He was in nothing, just darkness, and there was nothing but her voice and his mind.‘…Become so numb…Wake me up inside…Call my name and save me…Only you are the life among the dead&hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/276933/ ‘Cold…wake me up inside…Save me! Save me…please…’ Matt woke with a start, the girl’s voice echoing in his head. He brought his hands up to cradle his skull, his elbows on his knees. Still the girl’s voice echoed in his mind, a call for hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/276932/ Matt has been hearing a girl's voice in his dreams for six weeks...who is it? And why does she need saving? Inspired by "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/276931/ I started writing this during history one day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/262897/ Lorcan's in for a surprise...Rachel's caused a little havoc with a high-security government agency... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/260165/ Lorcan Fen and Rachel Jackson are detectives, working for the CIA. They don't get along that well, but they have to work together because of their high intelligence levels. At the current point in time, they have been forced to live in the same apartment by their sadistic Head of Department, who thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/260155/ This is a story I started writing on the bus on my way home one day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/260152/ I wrote this for a contest entry. The characters are based on me and my three best friends. Enjoy...if that's the right sentiment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/258913/ Epilogue Robyn I sniff back tears as I remember Lucius’ last words to me. He loved me all along, even in his half-dead state, and yet he had died still. The demonic power inside me would not resurface ever again, I vowed that night as I wept over his still body. I created a t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/256178/ Chapter Five  Robyn The next day, all hell broke loose. Literally. Have you ever seen a vampire movie where the vampires all gather together and the shadowy misfit is the one to create mayhem and chaos? Well, that’s one thing Hollywood got right about Coven meetings... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/256177/ Chapter FourCassius I turned at Markus’ voice, finding I had to force the smile upon my lips before answering him.“Of course; I spoke only the truth, my lord,” my head was dipped slightly, and accompanied with the small smile on my lips, if a mirror had of been prese.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/256171/ Chapter ThreeRobyn I felt so bad when Lucius broke down. But I had to do what I had done. If I hadn’t, no doubt another murder would have to be accounted for.“I only did it because I knew you wouldn’t hurt me,” I explained gently, falling to my knees and huggin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/256170/ Chapter TwoLucius There were tons of them. Lucius ran from them, his legs screaming with pain. Blood ran freely from a gash in his side as he ran, leaving a blood trail after him. Damn, he thought. They will certainly find that. He kept running, and they kept gaining. He dare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/256169/ This is a vampire story written from three/four different points of view. J.M Selleck wrote Kain & Cassius, I wrote Robyn, and J. Lieske wrote Lucius (bar the very last one, that was me) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/256166/ Cruelty seems to go so;Unnoticed in our lives;And the lengths to which people go;Get longer until only one survives. But the first to fall;Is the greatest of them all;They refuse, all in all;To not to that level fall. It is so sad that with;All our advancements we sti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/256154/ This was written after a close cousin of mine passed away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/256150/ Just a poem I wrote after finally seeing past my ex-boyfriend's facade http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/256145/ This is a poem I wrote just after my father passed away almost two years ago. It started off my poetry-writing phase. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/256142/ Chapter One   Lucius It had been a cold day. The warm night came with a fog that wrapped everything in a dank embrace that made my white t-shirt and black jeans cling to me, making it very uncomfortable. Crouching down on the fire escape railings in a dark alley, I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/255565/ They speak of an emotion;That makes the blood burn beneath the skin;That makes the heart pound and the breath come quick;They call it “love” but what does that mean? What is love? Can anyone say?Is it a true emotion or a figment of imagination?If it is the former, how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/254473/  Why is it so easy;                                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Red-Rose/254472/