http://slow.writerscafe.org/brookeworm3 The original writings of author Brooke en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776339113 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A small cough sounded. It was definitely not Oliver because I would have heard and felt it against my ear. Plus, it was too high and girly to be from Oliver, who’s husky voice was so much deeper. Before Oliver could react, I ripped my hands out of the dough and whipped around. This, as it turn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/383579/  I fidgeted in my chair, wanting more than anything to get up right now and leave. I knew I wouldn't thought. I sighed and moved around in the chair in the back of the room. Michelle was so good at keeping completely still even when no one was in the room. There was a small knock on the door, f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/383578/ A girl falls for a man, while engaged to another. When she asks her lover to find a reason for marriage to be invalid, he finds something that tears apart the whole community http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/383576/ Chapter 2 of A Love Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/383574/  I arrived at my house around ten that night. My dad stood waiting, hands on his hips, in the front entrance as I walked in the door.     The first words out of his mouth were, "Where have you been? And why did you not tell me that you weren't going to be home fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/309842/ It started out like almost any other dream -- me having a conversation of some sort with someone in my life -- but then it sorta started to morph into something else. I was laying on a plaid blanket, staring up at the stars above me, which I could see much more clearly than I would ever be able to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/309840/  When I woke up I was in a familiar room, but I couldn’t quite place it. I smelled the air – it smelled like someone, but whom, I didn’t know. I slowly opened my eyelids; maybe there was someone in the room with me.  “Hello there,” said a voice I reco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/309838/  Chapter 3: Confession Either Scott was over-eager to get over to my house or I lost track of time, because before I knew it I saw Scott’s figure emerge from his house and walk towards mine. I rushed down stairs, not even pausing to check my appearance in the hall mirror – .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/309836/  Chapter 2: Dancing     Michael. What was I supposed to do for three months without the love of my life? I hadn't thought about the fact that if I were to go to my mom's I would not see anyone I knew. Michael Louis Perment is, well, it's hard to explain our relation.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/309834/ I felt as if I going to tell my dad that I wanted to spend my summer in Africa, not with my mom. I mean seriously, how many parents do you know who don't want to get rid of their kids for a few months. Even if they are never home, like my dad. See, my dad is the CEO of a major company here in, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/309832/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/309830/ Chapter One of my Books http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/304886/  Preface:     Love, it is a curious a word used throughout all the centuries the world has ever seen. An American author by the name of Richard Bach, once said, "Real love stories never have endings". I leave it up to you, the reader, to decide for yoursel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/304885/ Dedication:     To Grace, from your mouth came the inspiration for this story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/304884/ This is my novel -- or as much as I've written. It's about two people who live in a small city-state off the coast of England in 1864, who fall in love. And get ready for the twist at the end... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/304883/ A story of the mistakes one makes because of love.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookeworm3/304530/