http://slow.writerscafe.org/hello_emilee The original writings of author hello emilee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776173068 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Futuristic ideas that'll never become reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/310756/ Well, if this is the end of the world, I must say I'm surprised.Surprised with surpressed surprision of made up words beggining with sur.I'd at least hoped to share this with you, considering, you know, this is it. And considering this is all. And considering this is all there had ever been an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/302041/ He stood, rocking on his feet slowly, smiling to the ugly tiled floor. He could feel his heart, or what was left of his heart, pounding against his ribcage, his skeletal system revirberating, his hands shaking, his breath coming in small gasps. They yelled at him, finally truely yelled, and he smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/302040/ A silly poem I wrote out of boredom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301959/ Beginning.Through the shelter of the trees, Kylee could see the top of a florescent orange sphere. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and sat up, listening to the song of the birds all around her. Another night down.Kylee gathered what belongings she still had: a blanket, a thermos, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301540/ A dorky, "teen with superhuman powers" thing I'm working on. Concieved out of pure boredom, it isn't good at all. I like it all the same, though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301539/ Personal opinion piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301534/ She laughed at herself, enjoying her own story. "Well, I guess it makes sense." She turned back to the boulder, trying desperately to return her face to the somber setting it had originally been, but found it much more difficult than she'd anticipated. "I mean, if you can't fix it, wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301533/ Nothing seemed to work anymore. I mean, really work. And I'm not talking about a clock, or a computer, or a television. I'm just talking about in general, nothing works. Nothing clicks together and fits and makes sense. My dad said that it was normal. Ya know, teenage normal. Which actually, in real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301532/ I read The Hobbit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301530/ I tend to make no sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301506/ I'm not sure myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301504/ This is one of my favorites. I couldn't tell you why. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301502/ I woke up around 3 a.m. and this is what I had the urge to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301500/ It's a story about a group of teenagers that have basically fucked, partied, and puked away their life. But Greg wants to get back on track, he just doesn't know how. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301089/ I don't know, it came hand in hand with boredom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301086/ I got bored last night and started humming to "Brothers on a Hotel Bed", then made my own lyrics. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_emilee/301085/