http://slow.writerscafe.org/frenchxflair The original writings of author French Flair en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028500 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sunday.November 8, 2009. Dear Diary, These few days have been rough. People in my new school don't really understand my condition, they think that I'm some kind of freak. It hurts, a lot. Everyday in the canteen I can tell everyone is shooting me weird glares, mocking the fact th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/474456/ "There once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her heart." This is a poem written by Megan Fox which is tattooed one her left rib cage. It's empowering; simple yet deep. I liked it so much that I've written a poem centered around it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/470450/ Something I'm going through right now, just that I kind of put my thoughts into writing. Tell me what you think. Much appreciated (: xx http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/344925/  Slowly,A tear fell down her face,And then another,Her cheeks now stained with tears. She tried to stop,Telling herself that there was much more to life,She gazed out the window,At the blue skies and cool breeze. She felt neglected,Another recurring feeling,L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/294584/  It was a crisp August morning, just a week before the new school term began, when 12-year-old Annie Carmichael walked down the carpeted stairs into the living room. The temperature outside was low, and outside the gleeful shouts of children playing in the leaves. She stared outside through t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/293936/  Lindsay pulled him aside, “Trent, what are you doing here? She asked, flabbergasted.             “Why else? To see the birthday girl!” He stroked her cheek lightly, leaning in for a kiss.   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/293510/ Across the lush green grass I stood,Dazzled by his breathtaking aura. Putting on a brave face,I walked towards him,A flamingo in a flock of pigeons. He noticed me,And smiled briefly,A smile that made my heart flutter,But to him,Nothing more but a friendly gesture.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/292575/ A child,Taken for granted,Yearning for freedom,From the outside world he could only dream about.Alas,He could do nothing but continue hoping,For someone to come and rescue him,His saviour. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/292570/  Chapter 5: Unexpected Guests             By the time Mike and Tyler had arrived, the party was already full swing. There were already around 100 or more people dancing to the beats and a quarter of them were already drunk. &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/291991/  I stared up at the velvet sky, alone. The sun was just setting beyond the horizon and the evening was quickly turning into night. I swung my legs around, as my mind went blank. I loved doing this; just relaxing and letting your thoughts wander. Standing up, I proceeded to go back down the ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/291613/ The hardships a young, teenage girl has to face after she runs away from home. Will she regret it? Or will she be able to prevail and find life beyond her troubled home? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/291612/  “She’s just a girl.” Tyler, another one of Mike’s close friends, said as they were discussing the issue at a pizza joint. “Seriously dude, there are like, other fish in the sea… or whatever they call it,” He shrugged helplessly, “Get over it a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/291609/  “Oh my gosh…” She pushed Logan of off her, wrapping herself in the duvet and stood up. “Mike… I… I can explain,” She stammered uncontrollably, her heart racing as she waited for Mike’s reply.       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/291606/  “I can’t… I’m with your best friend!” She exclaimed, taking a few steps back.             “And I’m aware of that! It’s just… I’m pretty sure I can take better care of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/291605/   “Hey babe, I’m home,” 24-year-old Mike Cain hollered as he shut the front door behind him. With two suitcases in each hand, he made his way towards the living room.             “Is he here?” H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/291603/ A best friend who goes beyond limits to get his best friend's girlfriend, an enemy with an art of seduction, and a jealous girlfriend's dark past... Who would've thought? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frenchxflair/291600/