http://slow.writerscafe.org/ZailaGirl The original writings of author Zaila en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776183198 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A book promoting peace while telling the untold story of truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/2106095/ With the sun still asleepI feel my soul start to weepI miss his heartbeat And his enticing heatIs this my obsession,To be his loved possession?I wish that he was hereTo feel him hold me so nearWhether truth or fiction,He's truly my addiction! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/1588061/ The beginning of something beautiful. No matter how guarded one is sometimes strong feelings give chase to one and can overcome him/her if he/she isn't careful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/1585404/ Running your mouth, you scream at me8Why don't you just let me be?7I stand still, nothing to be said8And I watch as your face grows red7Spouting off bullshit and cussingMy head aches from your fussingBut I won't respond to your threatsCuz you sound like you have Tourette's But if you put your hands .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/617195/ Ever grow tired of biting your tongue? Well I do. Trapped in my own standards to keep myself from lashing back and those to hurt me with their passive-aggressive remarks! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/567809/ I was pregnant now, very pregnant, seven months. I had been living with my parents because we lost the apartment. But my husband of only a few months was not allowed to stay here. So every weekend I would use my money to go up to the city and spend time with him either at his sister's house or where.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/493184/ Work in progress! Unedited and unfinished http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/491159/ Cold slumber anddeath-scented air.Frightening dreamswith sadistic flare.Saddened faces,watching with care.Dark shadows with theintent to scare. Confusion breedingmore chaos. Handling sorrow isway too hard.When her facultiesare crushed t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/490750/ First portion of what I hope to be a good story. Um. Sorry I don't have more time to finish it right now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/470909/  I'm ruined. He's broken my free spirit. Again he destroys my joy. I'm dead inside. Confused. I feel dirty. Worthless. Nothing makes sense. Numb. But just when It's "over". I find it's just  begun. Humiliated. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/423173/ I did this while closing my eyes, and just typing whatever popped in there. The only corrections in this is spelling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/415057/ He told me he loved meHe caressed me and bedded meHe kissed me and hugged meHe touched my heart then married me He broke me and hit meHe lied to me then smiled at meHe spent days without meHe came home drunk then battered me He told her he loved herHe caressed her and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZailaGirl/406954/ Warning, this story has rape in it. Do not read this if you are particularly sensitive to the subject. 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