http://slow.writerscafe.org/LarklaSnow The original writings of author IndigoChild en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040013 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We meet haze and hear part of her story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1250631/ Haze makes a change and saves many lives. She falls in love but she has a secret. She used to be a bully. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1250623/ I was there for the fallI herd the noise i saw it allI watched the trees form a wallAs i lay trapped in my leafy hallMany lives fell to the mudAs they landed in the leaves of bloodThe wolves criedAs Summer diedAnd winter slowly crept in to hideThe Fall was there and many diedThey got their swords re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1246199/ this is about my older brother, Hes just a special kid and i would do anything for him http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1242314/ P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }In the garden were twocreations. Gods own children and these children were the parents ofall other children of God human and animal alike. And there was theserpent the tormentor. Adam the one of man flesh and Eve the one ofwoman flesh were of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1242203/ strange and very fantasy like based off the story of Adam and Eve with a little twist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1242196/ a women runs away to fight for the Confederates during the civil war. She then saves a union soldier and shows him she is a woman. When she gets home her father dies and she marrys the soldier http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1194755/ If the difference between the living andbeing dead is a single heart beat, Then I have a lot to learn. “Its not my fault people in the 1900’s are prejudice”I am staring into the face of Avaria waiting for an answer...again. Avaria is aspirit that just so happ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1183678/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1183675/ She danced on feathery feetHer heart pounded out a simple beatShe sang  worthy of Pans  pipesHer voice  young, fresh and ripeHer nature  kind, thoughtful and sweetShe danced in a field of wheatThere was a daywhere she came out to playThe summer sun kissed her honey skinThe sky op.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1183592/ In Echoes cave peoples voices wanderThe souls of the damned breath the dustIn the cave there screams walk o'erThere voices fade into the rustIn echoes cave my soul sings onWaiting for long lost paradiseAnd even though my heart does not fawnIt waits for long gone viceMy soul sings a song of dreadEven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1183589/ Sunlight good nightI am off to fightAm i doing what is rightIs is really goodness in my sightThis world has given up all careAbout the goodness each person can shareHow we could change life if we dareBut we covered our hearts and staredI Am just one voiceBut I feel I don't really have a choiceSo I m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1180966/ My precioussecretsHeld in yourhands Scars on myheartPrecious rosesOur precioussecretsKeep fillingour armsThere pouringout of me as you hold meThe waterfallis out of control but thats okay Because you'llcatch what I cant holdYou will holdme back from the edge .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1141631/ Are we wrong?Is it safe for me to write a song?About how I've loved you all alongAnd how I cry now that your goneI remember the grounds keeperHow he was e'er quite the peeperHe avoided me like I was a leaperHe saw us in the garden hot with feverMy parents reactions were very grimWhen I tol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1138510/ My characters mirror what i am not willing to admit to myself.They are parts of me that would scare away most people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1121079/ In that instant i become aware of everything. The grass, the sun and how we are totally alone. I should feel happy, i should feel elated, but instead i feel trapped. I feel like he is branding me forever his. Yet i don’t stop, I don't want to. I want to be forever his. I relax against .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1113290/ We are walking down the street. Its got to be like 1:00 in the morning. The street is nameless to me. It’s cold and damp out, the air is dead, still, like someone pushed the pause button. I am just an empty walking shell, not even a Crosser. I just cant find anything inside my self, no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1108350/ I watch as you walk a thousand miles away from meYour eyes to the groundI've hurt you and i know itMy heart is coldI was selfish to keep you closeAnd there are a thousand things i should of saidBefore i turned around and ran awayI should of told youHow much i cared I should of told you that i l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1105862/ Short again but i think it will help with the over all flow of the story. Again i apologize for the bad grammar. Please review!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1103290/ Running is not the answer, running is fear, running is weak, I can hear my father drilling me. He was a tough man, but a good one. I take a step back away from sylvan. His eyes are full of worry and even loss, but what catches me is the guilt. I see guilt where there is no reason for it, wel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1100131/ That's just it they feel danger and are running, Sylvan is keeping a secret and Rhosyn is sure he knows who is chasing them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1099978/ My heart is coldAnd your love is boldBut i really want you to knowThat my heart is blackDeath has painted it overMy soul is somberLost in meYou still hold meYour arms guide me homeYour voice keeps me warmi know you may not be thereBut i really don't careI am alive because of your starebut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1097135/ what happens when you fall in love with a result of your insanity? it gets complicated and hurts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1092855/ Your eyes flutterface gentle embracing moonlighti hear you breathing and knowthat i am forever a part of this worldand your lifesleep baby girlsleep for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1092280/ short but sweet and i think i can start presenting a plot now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1092276/ I walk into the library, Not expecting much. I have a research project due in a week and am dreading presenting it. I go to set my bag on the table but there is some one already there. Who else would bother to sit under the ominous stained glass window. The window itself done not look scary but the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1091087/ Irissas fate is tied into a stained glass window at her library, the same library where her mother was last seen. Then eden comes in to her life. Will she find her mother and who she is? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1091085/ My name is Rhosyn. most stories written by teens you would expect to be happy,full of romance,like cinderella. As im running for my life i can tell you that this story, my story, is not. My feet crunch the grass. the frost clutching at me like a fresh corpses stiff fingers. i dart and swerve to avoi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1090585/ Rhosyn is a crosser and when she meets Sylvan her world changes completely http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LarklaSnow/1090584/