http://slow.writerscafe.org/SkylarB The original writings of author Sky B en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776201061 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Meant for spoken word. When taking a moment to analyze the real reasons behind the old-as-time urge to wander, come to be called wanderlust, these are the thoughts that came forward. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkylarB/1480435/    Sam had just fallenasleep when her dreams came. She was running with nowhere to go. All the wallswere getting farther and farther away, but the floor was collapsing. Slowly thetiles that she ran on dropped into a dark endless pit behind her feet. Thetiles were her hope for s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkylarB/1081030/ Main character is Sam. This is her story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkylarB/1081028/ short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkylarB/1081023/ So I wrote this for an assignment and it was kind of meant to be remeniscent of footprints in the sand, so that's on purpose, and yeap that's it i guess. hope you enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkylarB/1081008/ It'snot that I don't like you, it's just that my heart and my head got all confusedwhen I realized he likes me too. I can't even tell left from up or right fromdown, if that's even right at all. The unexpected throws me through a loop andas I'm falling I can't seem to see the net beneath me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkylarB/1081002/ The kind of monologue for a movie character like Iris's monologue at the beginning of The Holiday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkylarB/1080998/ Break the cycle, start anew,Find a way to just be you.Forget the tradition to break apart,And bring in a new tradition to start.Broken homes and broken lives,It seems to be your fated demise.But true wisdom tells you fate is not sealed,Go out and find a way to be heal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkylarB/1076571/ As we lock away our secrets and bury down our scars,We lick our wounds and sing to tunes,Like nothing was ever wrong.We smile our brightest to hide the tears and we laugh toignore the pain,We slowly fade into the mask we put on every day,And eventually pretend to forget our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkylarB/1076566/