http://slow.writerscafe.org/Aria_Secro The original writings of author ~*Aria Secro*~ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029519 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Heavy metallic rain poured from the smoky black sky, as Sarina ran through the silent street of Faetal’s abandoned third district. The thick acidic raindrops burned her skin, but she wasn’t going to slow down, she had to get away. She could hear the mean chasing after her, shouting, orde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/615185/     Sarina inhaled deeply, breathing in the smells of the picnic before her. Her mother and father were chasing after her brothers, trying to get the rambunctious four year-old twins to sit down for lunch, an almost impossible task. A cool, gentle breeze whisked around her, causing he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/615182/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/615181/ A girl with a tear streaked face,And quivering hands,Sits alone in a cold, dark room,Wishing for the day when,Her fears will finally subside.The girl's only companion,Is a small silver blade,So smooth and cool,A comfort she cannot find,In anyone or anything else around her.Her he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/473372/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/467368/  Zane stared at the fire in front of him, his pale blue eyes catching the flickering glare of the flames. His friends watched him with expressions of concern and confusion. The girl sitting next to him smoothed out her blue baby doll dress and pulled her strawberry-blonde hair over her s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/402231/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/396484/ Please don't take my picture,Please don't look into my eyes,I only want you to see the fake me,The one that never cries. Inside me my heart is breaking,The damage is too great,My soul is aching,And I can't make it stop. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/296777/ When my eyes get hot with tears,And when my mind begins to aknowlegemy fears,To my room is where I go,So I can letmy secret pains flow. When my pain is completely gone,No razor, needle, or pipe has been drawn,Instead I let my pain flow onto paper with the use of a pen,And I shar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/296774/ The steady lull of each roll of thunder,The repetitive sound of each raindrop hitting the pavement,This is what I hear during the perfect storm. The branches of surrounding trees swaying heavily,The brilliant flash of lightning,This is what I hear during the perfect storm. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/296765/ Love is long,But life is short,Love's a game,But not a sport. Blasts from the past,Can never last,So don't count on them to return,Because you'll feel the burn. Then all of your friends from school,Will call you a fool,All for this game called love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aria_Secro/296762/