http://slow.writerscafe.org/maybeangel The original writings of author once upon a time en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012980 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's all around us, isn't it? Fills our heads, fills our minds.Fills our ears every time,We put those things in our ears and it's all we can hear. It's just a series of words put to a beat,1,2,3 1,23That's all it is.But it's more than that.When it fills our ears, it fills our souls and never go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1447269/ Well... basically this is my way of telling my "Friend" all of the things I want to say without having to say it to their face. The story: She stole my friend and now she won't even talk to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1173619/             "Before you say anything I wasn't lying my name really is Charlie, my middle name. I like it better than my first name so, when i can, I use it instead. It's like a second identity so that sometimes I can get away from everything."&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1162521/ You think I can't hear youBut i can hear you.I hear the words in my head,When they are no longer being spoken.I can still hear you.Words like knives in my back,And needles through my heart.Words so cruel I don't know how you say them aloud.Then again,Can the words be more cruel,Than the person who s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1155733/ I am no daredevil nor Hercules.I am not strong, I have my fears.Like how I'm scared of being stung by bees.I'm afraid of swords and spears.But I'm not afraid of tears.I am brave. No I do not wish I was less afraid.That is to wish not to be alive, And I do not wish to be deceased or decayed,For that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1153001/ I thought I could be your friendCloser than sistersCould ever hope to be.But then we came to a road with a bendOur whole lives pulled up by a twisterSpun around, then dropped to the groundWe'll never be who we used to be.I'll still think of you now and thenHow we'd always say sisters before mistersH.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1141904/ The red, the white, the blue and the starsMeant for just one thingBoth seen from near and farHear the ring of the Liberty bellAnd hear what they have to sayHears our prayer, and see our tearsOn this veterans dayWhen they fall the ground bleeds redTheir eyes open, cold and deadBang! Bang! Shot after .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1128728/ 1. Favorite color: purple2. Favorite movie: I like inspirational movies like soul surfer and dolphin tale3. In case you couldn't tell from the previous fact, I love the ocean although I'm not a big fan of fish4. My dream job is to be either a doctor (I love to help people) or a marine biologist (onc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1097713/ A child's fantasyEveryone's dreamThe beauty dancing with the beastFairy tales coming trueTeaching things you never knewTrying to make your dreams come trueCreating these fantasies just for youThe lost slipperThe evil queenThe magic carriageCreated for you and me  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1097186/ Don't go to farI won't end wellHe will find you You won't make it outDon't let your guard downKeep yourself aware http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1096758/ It's never ending,The fear and sorrow.Slowly dying,No way out.I'm scared,I'm trapped,I have to get out,No way out.They keep you locked inside,Keep you hidden.Black walls made of stone,Must escape,No way out.Sword of stone,Keeps you hidden.Tried to escape,Didn't get out.Now it's to late,I found my wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1096352/ This is the endI can't take it anymoreThis is the endNo more shall i cryThe end for allShall I take you with meThe one who caused me painThe end for youI love you no longerThe end for meI love me no more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1095748/ The monsterCausing everyone near it to weepCausing nothing but despairEveryone feels only fearWhenever the monster is nearIt reaps havoc for all to seeYou are the victimThe monster is me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1095745/ Rivers of blackened words; spilled ink. - (Lost) Scribbled words, broken bindings- abandoned story. -(Life’s Library) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1095545/ I suppose I never thought my life would come to this. Talking to nothing; Telling it all my secrets.#1 I'm trapped. Where? I'm nowhere. I'm stuck inside my mind. Nothing but empty memories left to haunt me.I guess I asked for it. I suppose all I'm doing is creating more secrets than I'm sharing. You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1095264/      The guards held her there in front of the king and queen. She struggled to get away. "Only the innocent get to leave." Phoenix stopped struggling to look the queen right in the eyes.     She looked so serious, but the only feeling phoenix was capable of e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1095098/ Total word count: 850 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1094722/ It's been a month since I'd seen, Well anything. The first thing i saw when i woke up was strangers standing around me. Most people would say they didn't know who they were. That's not the worst part. I didn't know these people, they meant nothing to me. those people watching me, smiling, ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1094642/ I was floating. I didn't know where I was, or how I got there. None of that mattered. The only thing I wanted was to find a way out. I wanted to know who I was. I wanted to remember. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1094641/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1094640/ Today was the day that the king and queen were going to make the announcement about their baby boy. No one even knew his name yet.          Everyone in the entire kingdom was gathered around the castle, including phoenix's parents. They all wanted to hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1094007/  Once upon a time a little girl was born into a poor peasantfamily. No one knew about the little girl and no would care if they did. Butthe parents were happy. Little did they know that not far from their home, theking and queen were also having a child. Both children were born at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1092071/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1092069/ The sirens were wailing as police cars, ambulances, firetrucks passed by on their way to the most recent crime scene. Aurora was watching through the window of the abandoned warehouse.He had been in his car when it happened. He didn't know she was hiding in the back seat. He was asleep before his he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1073615/ She takes them...Puts them to sleep forever...They never wake up again...As The drugs seep into their  veins, They slowly become less awake; less alive. Her name is  Aurora, And this... Is her revenge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1073576/ This is a modern version of the classic tale; Sleeping beauty. Only in this version she has woken from the curse and now seeks revenge on the person who caused it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1073564/ It seemed like the world had gone dark in just a few seconds. I stumbled through the forest trying not to run into the trees. I could see a small light peeking through the branches. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1073557/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1073057/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1072420/ The forest was beautiful. The leaves were only just falling of the trees in bursts of orange and red. The ground was undisturbed as if it had not been walked on in years. The sun barely peeking through the branches. Every drop of rain falling of the tree's branches glistened like a diamond. The only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1069400/ I laughed. All around me it looked like a huge, beautiful garden like the ones you see behind castles. The only difference...this one was full of magic. I spun around, arms wide. "I feel like I'm in wonderland!""This is no wonderland." I stopped spinning and found myself face-to-face with the most b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1069291/ "I hate this!" I whispered frustratedly to Anny. "Cassie! You can't let the watchers hear you!" Of course the watchers. They should be called the creepers. They follow you around constantly hoping to catch you acting or saying something "sad" so they can punish you. I forced a smile on my face... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maybeangel/1068856/