http://slow.writerscafe.org/Beccaboooo The original writings of author Salar Majak en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995166 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 this is just a paragraph from my old story http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1074476/ for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1662524/ seriously why does every government gets a say in this??? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1229392/ I am participating in the ‘Writing Contest: You Are A Writer’ held by Positive Writer. - See more at: http://positivewriter.com/writing-contest-you-are-a-writer/#comment-996200399 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1220897/  Dazzlingis the sound of tearsfalling to the bottom of a copper jugDazzlingare the crimson scarsstaining rosy cheeks with bloodDazzlingare children's memoriesshaken by war's heavy breezeFallingout of their youthful mindsforgotten like old autumn's leaves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1187268/ hehe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1161737/ Gasping for airfearing it might disappear i sink beneathwater filled lungsgoing down all the wayno bottom reachedfor eternity, goneforgotten by loved onesi linger hereGasping for airnothing's left but paindrowning in griefi sink beneathsoul stuck in the middle i sink beneath http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1156605/ ''Wait!!'' his little sister called to him trying to get her pink shoes on, with tears in her eyes she ran trying to catch up with him and buried her little hand in his massive one.''you're always late''he muttered walking with loud music piercing his ears till they reached school. running to her fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1152037/ just readXD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1151181/ just scream, it helps. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1150491/ Lie in your bed tonight,close your heavy eyes, burdened by the day.think about your lifebefore into your purple dreams,your mind drifts away..what if you're not alive?what if that from the start,you were lying in a grave..within the empty ground,mistaken for a dead,lying wide awake..would it freak y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1146593/ this is something i wrote when i was 8 years old :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1142678/ blood spills silentlycrimson roses neatly laina shot in his head http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1138343/ just something i wrote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1137652/ it's about what you feel when people bring you down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1135373/ Please listen as you readcould it be that death is waiting..by the door?to unlock my tangled heartand receive my troubled soul?Am i ever to see that light?or would i be thrown into the darkest abyss of all.don't get me wrong....my wish isn't to die!It's just the path we've all chosensomething we can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1120022/ Let me crashlet me crash and close your eyesfor this world's miseryisn't yours to worry aboutthe crying children who starveare not your children to feedYes, yes, just lie wrapped in your cocoonwaiting for your end to comeboy it's coming so soonclose your eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1117944/ before you listen to the song please forward it to the 37 second then listen       "who are you"he said with despair,engulfing his heart ''please''he pleadedtrying to find her so hard ''who are you,who raids my dreams,who counquers me all'' ''tell me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1113141/ yes. yes, i love my Syria, but after the magor explosion in the university the other day, and the scenes we saw my father cried, and said that he is to leave me there no minute further and i am to study here, i will be describing what i saw in a story but just to say some thing, it was tragic, the a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1111542/ don't even havan idea where this came from http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1107244/ Haveyou ever felt so alone?that although you are surrounded with peopleyou still feel the cold,the emptiness of your troubled soul...I lie back, on the sweet wet grasslistening....listening...to the misery ofthe simply complicated silence sound   i hear it everywherehidden w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1104711/ this came out of no where http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1102249/ looking outside my window i saw trees passing by. in fact, everything was passing by.trees were shedding their leaves as tears as the wind gently blew them off, they looked like they were saying goodbye, Every thing was saying goodbye in their own strange way.every tree, every rock, every grain of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1100615/ where are you?I beg for a glimpsei beg for an answer i beg for a signwhere am i?i wonder scaredconsumed with feari ask with a cryit sounds the samebut it is notit looks the samebut feels notcan i go back?i will be back.should i go back?should i not?from there a rocki picked it upand held it closelys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1100609/ Empty….I feel emptiness embrace my soulnothing less, yet nothing more…I CAN’T feel anything!Not pain, not joy, nor fear I hold.Like I'm only a plant,that eats, drinks, sleeps, and grows Did I run out of feelings?Am I only a living machin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1095999/ Lying all pile over pile,Lying there, left behind.No one got closer, not one tried,Till a little girl ran and cried,Screaming with all her might:"No……….Daddy………Why" "What wrong have I done my God!I swear I didn't mean,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1091536/ Weep not for my death my friendsdon't let it all be in vain,live your life to the very most,fear not to go insane.This war has already killed me,and yes, mybody is gone.but like a bird i'llalways soar,gently hover over your hearts,guarding you from every harm,burning to light your darkened road.Weep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1090785/ 14-12-2012 A flash back As a child, aboutfive or six years old, I used to ask my grandfather to tell me stories aboutwar, for he was an ex colonel. I never did understand why each time he used toanswer only with a smile and one sentence: ''you're better off withou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1088974/ I lost my penmy little pen of bluei lost my penmaybe this is nothing to youcreepy thoughtsroam in my headabout what they'll doif they find my friendmy little gadgetof mental crimesmy little partnerin felonies of mindOh boy i wonderwhat they will dowhen they find my penand capture me too.they'll send.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1087384/ I keep holding onto the only thread of lifeas the faint ghosts flowcome and go out of sightso I wonder have I lost my mind?the world changed colornow it's all in greyis this reality true?is it only in my brain?I keep wondering have I gone insane?Regret kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1082745/ a diary of my life in Syria http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1082658/ this is more than a crazythought instead of a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1079331/ this is my first attempted in story writting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1074476/ written moments after my dad left http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1073857/ The curtain falls......and everything goes dark.I take the make up off my faceand wait alone..I gaze emptily at the closed door...Voices rise and fallpeople come and go,and I'm sitting stillgazing emptily,at the closed doorI hear footsteps approachingmy heart beats as they come closer,and the door s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1068611/ k, i wrote this because i was soo angry at what is happening in Syria, and i couldn't stop myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1067508/ tell me what you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1066506/ this isn't really a story it's only a thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1066035/ it's a bit gothic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaboooo/1065386/