http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sawanna The original writings of author Sawanna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053287 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The man at the desk ,who has a degree in psychology from Organ State, stares into my spilt mind and says to me that I’ll last for another two years.I’m a mercenary, hired by one side of the mind to kill the other.My weapon is turning disgust inward, allowing it toEat away at all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sawanna/443830/ Only your demons love you.Day turned into night the moment she opened her eyes and could see out the window. At first glance was the sun shining down and at another clouds moved tinting her view. Shifting under the sheets for a warm spot that will bring with it a sense of calmness and sleep. Eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sawanna/443561/ The day opens up with sunlight begging to come through the window, but I am too weak to hear pleads; with eyes like magnets needing to connect I cannot see what its coming in my window.I moved a little, so I thought, did not feel it at all with time wasting away in my bed and in the hours that cam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sawanna/433107/ Four long days of hours collected in my body, no sleep had came just images that were not even memories. I believe that I was meant to break and the world is here to only decay.I cannot relax and I cannot leave this room of four walls with two windows. On the outside of an unlock door, no one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sawanna/403469/ Based on the story of Joan of Arc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sawanna/270883/