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		<description>The original writings of author Mystica</description>
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			<title>The Cabin</title>
			<description>This is the first poem I've actually showed to people. I showed it to my mom, because all my other ones are too dark and depressing. I read somewhere that no matter what you write, it will mean something...as long as you don't lie.....So i'm asking...does</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/325604/</link>
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			<title>Mismatch</title>
			<description>Judgemental and closed minded people.. *shakes head*.... Sometimes I want them to just hear how ridiculous they sound, so here it is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/321540/</link>
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			<title>Lady Liliana's Bridge.</title>
			<description>Waiting.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/307404/</link>
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			<title>Don't be Surprised</title>
			<description>a poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/307103/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye Mary Sunshine.</title>
			<description>A story of a night about a month ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/307054/</link>
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			<title>Showers of childhood.</title>
			<description>I put this exact same story on last night, but I changed it a bit and it had just about the worst title ever.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/307038/</link>
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			<title>Electric Storm (I really can't think of a title right now)</title>
			<description>My friend and I had a fun experience so I had to write a story about it. I'm a poet, this is my first story and it's pretty bad but whatever aha.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/306744/</link>
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			<title>The Legend Of Lake Coeur.</title>
			<description>Originally I wanted to write a jolly mermaid poem, but as usual it ended up being depressing and dark. But Oh well :D</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/306114/</link>
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			<title>Summer Realizations</title>
			<description>Realizations I have recently come upon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/306026/</link>
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			<title>Sunburn</title>
			<description>A girl who was stupid and naive enough to trust someone who just took advantage of her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/306021/</link>
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			<title>Lady Of The Lake.</title>
			<description>coming out of one's dark past, and finding someone who helps them out of that &amp;quot;lake&amp;quot;.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/306019/</link>
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			<title>Fabricated Memories</title>
			<description>When I realized that my life back when my family was all together wasn't as good as I originally thought. It's a poem about believing what you want to believe rather than the reality, then coming to realization that it was much different than you thought.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/306016/</link>
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			<title>Emily and Emma.</title>
			<description>My feelings on capitalism, the destruction of nature, and friendship.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/306011/</link>
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			<title>Ping Pong Game.</title>
			<description>My feelings towards my parents when they first got divorced and used me in their fights, and feeling like an object rather than a person.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/305996/</link>
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			<title>A Walk In The Rain</title>
			<description>What do you think?? Saying what a poem is about sorta defeats the purpose....people are supposed to decide that for themselves.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/305991/</link>
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			<title>D&amp;eacute;j&amp;agrave; Vu</title>
			<description>My reflection on the memories of my childhood slipping away, and little things like music and scents which remind me of my country house before my family split up but i don't remember where they came from.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/305988/</link>
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			<title>Sally.</title>
			<description>A character I made up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/305986/</link>
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			<title>The Darkest Dawn.</title>
			<description>My feelings about my childhood, my old house when my family was all together and happy, and wishing I could return, but realizing i can never go back.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/305983/</link>
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			<title>It's Too Late.</title>
			<description>The anger i felt towards my mother after my parents just got divorced and she moved in the man she had an affair with.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/305976/</link>
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			<title>It's Too Late</title>
			<description>The biterness and anger i felt towards my mother when my parents first got divorced and how she handled it selfishly and destructively.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mysticamoonstone/305972/</link>
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