http://slow.writerscafe.org/Vash_Angel The original writings of author Vick Thomason en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041466 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The clock began to hit his ears extremely hard.&nbsp;Tom jumped out of bed and fell off the side. He muttered a short "ow" and hit the sleep&nbsp;button. Just as Naota began to stand up, his dad bust in the door. "What happened?" he asked in a tone that disguised his real qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/521163/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/521160/ The result i might get one day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/502658/ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Gaming is a huge thing. From Xbox360 to PS3 to Wii, it has a firm grasp on all of us kids and adults. But there is one thing that has brought a sour taste to the gaming world. The difference between noobs and pros.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Have you met a noob? Are you sure?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/478161/ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Vick layed in his bed on the quiet Sunday night. &quot;Why did there have to be school tommorow?&quot;, he kept repeating over and over in his mind, &quot;why?&quot; Over the last few days Vick had been having more fun over the weekend then he had over the whole summer. &quo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/462506/ Dear president of G4TV, I have a great idea for a show that is truly gamer material. Lately, you guys have been showing thing's that weren't very game related, but this show is 100% gamer. This show would feature tournaments, replays, funny moments, reviews, gameplay of newer games, and a sort o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/462498/ It was quiet on the streets of Rostham, but that's how it always was. No one dared messed with a slinger. 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My dreams it was the strongest, and it gave me the same dream everyday.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/429140/ something that doesn't have any REAL story to it, just something i thought of in my head randomly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/426057/ The first in what i hope to be a series of short story's that will help me get in that 'hey im a writer, READ MY WORK' kind of mood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/417076/ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He glanced across the classroom, saw her looking at the board and felt his heart paing a little. She was probably one of the cutest girl's he had ever seen. Of course he had become friends with her first, which made it easier to talk to her but it was still hard to do anythi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/410521/ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Joining the army. It was an honor and it was a depressor. 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Did they brainwash us when we were in school? How was it possible for them to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/401677/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/401650/ I've been kind of in a slump with everything. All my old habit's have been replaced with nothing and i kind of sleep through thing's. If you happen to actually be reading my story please leave a comment, it might motivate me to keep writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/401649/ That feeling you get when you argueThat feeling you get when you are breaking upThat feeling you get when you threaten deathThat feeling you get is known as dramaIt makes thing's difficultIt makes things harderIt makes things complicatedIt doesn't do a damn thing for meI dont feel it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/392757/ Sorry for the LONG delay, my home computer broke down and i have to type this at school now. Also I'd like to thank me being sick because i found the perfect name for the organization. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/386436/ HippacritWhat inspire's thee?How could you be like you be?You say one thingAnd immediatly fling A contradiction at meI yell at youFor what you areWhy do you annoy me so?Perhaps it's just what you spew forthBut is that what matter's most?Through all my ranting i start to feel ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/385196/ You say that you hate meYou say that you love meYou say that you want meYou say that you wish i'd dieYou say that I hurt youYou say that I made you that wayYou say that I'm the reason you hateYou say that I'm to blameYou say that life could be betterYou say that I could be greatY.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/385172/ I'm openI talkI try to communicateBut it never works&nbsp;Im shut off from themIm always kept at a safe distanceAs to not get attachedTo actually get to know them&nbsp;Pushed asideIn the darkIm waitingFor someone to actually care&nbsp;There have been many who tryedBut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/385171/ very played off of emotions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/384084/ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; After that night the rest of the summer passed by considerably fast. Thursday's we all met and hung out at the deuplex, I introduced Kristin and everyone took to her with no problem. Night after night passed by, the wheater changing more and more, our friendship growing more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/382638/ a poem i magically wrote when i felt like passing out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/381813/ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I woke up in the middle of the night breaking into a sweat. This was it, back to my usual immortal self. I walked out into my kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. I cracked the seal and took a big&nbsp;gulp&nbsp;of water, it&nbsp;was refreshing.&nbsp;I heard a creek in my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/380555/ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I yawned and went into my room. I think a little more sleep would help. I leaped onto my bed and grabbed the covers and threw them over my body. I let out one more big yawn before i closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I dreamt, and when i dream.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/379594/ i wrote this last night because i couldn't fall asleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/377847/ My AngelHow i love you soMy AngelHow i'll never let you goMy AngelI'll hold you dearMy AngelI'm so full of fearMy AngelI let you freeMy AngelSo I could beMy AngelI hurt you so badMy AngelYou must have felt hadMy AngelI cry for youMy AngelIt must have been my cue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/376928/ I just wrote it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/376924/ Last night for the first time in a couple of months, i sat down and wrote 3 poems, here's one. (P.S. I TRIED!!!! >_<) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/376917/ finally done! I went through many writers blocks to complete this! --------update--------- Edited chapter! Please read! Thanks to my English teacher for lending me a book that has helped quite a bit so far =) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/370112/ It took me a bit to get my ideas flowing on this chapter but i got it going and completed! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/368203/ A turning point in the story truly, Jake begins to feel the new things he's absorbing and the 'Others' are getting ever closer. Update March 25, 2009 changed Rath's name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/362587/ Chapter 5.&nbsp;2 months later&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I was in deep trouble. &quot;Jake get back here!&quot;, Roger yelled, &quot;I'm going to kick your face in!&quot; &quot;How did i get into this mess...oh yea..George you did this,&quot; I glared at George who was running right beside.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/357556/ just a bunch of random phrases that have popped into my head from time to time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/349146/ another one of those poems that just appeared in my mind, i wonder where these come from? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/349136/ yes, thats right, the next chapter. I had hit a rut in my writing but i have finnaly got more to add! oh happy days! lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/348812/ another poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/342207/ The last poem ill write with anything about love (at least an attempt) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/342201/ Love is Lovelove is loveThrough the sands of timeThrough the miles that tear us apartMy love for you is loveMy love is the same as if you were here My love is all i can give to youLove isnt destroyedAll that happens is that people drown it outWith problemsWith affairsWith pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/325751/ about sadness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/324626/ Inspired by the sad truth that i am a shadow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/324600/ chapter 3 of the story. At this point i think I've decided to just have a lot of short chapters because I'm not able to write more... ----Update---- 4/23/09 I've learned that what i typed before isn't true. Keep reading please. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/322185/ A poem that i put my love into, not the words i wanted, not the words that really show how i feel, but they give an idea of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/310649/ Chapter 2! Yup, the short chapter 2, very infamous. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vash_Angel/307136/