Ayla Starr | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tisaumi The original writings of author Ayla Starr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028554 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Draft Atychiphobia ; fear of failure“And I think my absolute favorite thing about him, aside from his perspective, is his fear of inadequacy. It’s raw, and honest, and just…incredible. I mean, who in their life doesn’t feel that at least once? That deep, repulsive fear of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/1051347/ A Story Called Philophobia You force yourself not to chase after him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/798255/ A Story Called Neophobia This is yours. And it will linger. A/N: Takes place a month or so after A Story Called Philophobia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/798065/ A Story Called Philophobia You force yourself not to chase after him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/726210/ These Strings Called Epiphany "Don't hold me down. I was getting so far..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/709261/ Easy Come, Easy Go Beyond the mask we make, is the mask we are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/705715/ Mnemophobia ; the fear of memories *  “Talk to me. Please.”His hands are shaking, his lips are trembling, and his breathing is unsteady.You’re certain you can hear his heart beating erratically. And his eyes. Oh,how sad. Deep brown, they look al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/699497/ Lalophobia ;the fear of speaking * “Cold.That’s what you are.”  Hiseyes. Squinted and full of anger, they are focused straight at you. His mouthis a rigid, flat line. Everything about his aura screams pain; screamsI-can’t-do-this-an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/695458/ These Chips Called Moeity "I know you, okay? I know you, I see you, and I want everything you'll give me." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/695455/ A Place Called Elysian Fields "That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones." —Raymond carver http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/682875/ Push Nobody said it was easy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/680899/ Beauty's Beholder Isn’t crying another way to scream? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/613736/ Glitter I kept tripping over my feet, tripping over my words, and eventually gave up talking all together. You continued to smile anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/546564/ Beyond Skin When it comes down to it, he's still your son...right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/536617/ Things Left Unsaid It's now officially Valentine's Day, and just hours ago we heldhands and took an enormous leap away from the unpretentious safety ofour friendship. We were both filled with a myriad of emotions: fear forthe weight of the fall, excitement for the nearing crash, and jovialitywhen we breezed ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/536615/ What I am They ask me what I am. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tisaumi/533485/