http://slow.writerscafe.org/rosyfury The original writings of author rosyfury en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776204300 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                  Rae ran. Her legs burned and her lungs screamed. Everything hurt. The worst part was that she didn’t understand one bit of it. She never understood anything about herself. She was losing. She was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosyfury/360491/                  Jocelyn closed her sketchbook. The walls of her room pressed in on her, slowly suffocating her. They were grey and blank. The fact that they were blank was much worse than the tope paint color. She hat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosyfury/360225/  Rae wandered the cold streets, her eyes slowly giving up their gold to fall into a cold blue. 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