http://slow.writerscafe.org/cjohnson12 The original writings of author Chloe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776242974 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Goodbye my family,I thought as I walked out the door.They didn’t want me.I just knew they didn’t.So here I am, Making the decision easier for them,On this chilly Christmas day.Christmas is a day to spend with family.Well that was what I thought,Until.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322484/ Can you see me,When I walk in the room?Do you still want me,I need to know for sure.When you see me, Do you pull a shield?Or when you see me,Do you get a feeling of happiness?Do you want me, To just say goodbye?I’m getting older now,See me,I’m .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322482/ A fly on the wall.It can see everything.With all those angles,Isn’t it hard?Everything it sees,A movie in their mind.A baby’s first steps,To an elder’s last,They see it all.Life is their entertainment.That means,All of our lives must mean s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322481/ The cold bleak drops,That fall from the sky.The genuine sight,Of the whole world,The whole world in sadness,As it cries and cries.What we cry about is a mystery.Why do we cry?What is going on?The tears are shed by everyone,As they remember,As they reflect... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322480/ I doubted if I should ever come back.The days blew by,And many past. Mom doesn’t know,The bad way I went.She’s probably happy now,Happy I left. All those dumb mistakes,Wisped into one.I bet my mom hates me,I’m not her number one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322478/ Your skin,It’s growing paler.Your smile,It’s fading.Your heart,It’s getting weaker.Your fate,It’s going away.Your hope,It’s descending.Your power,It’s almost gone.Your life,It’s over. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322477/      The first time I had ever known how hard cancer can hit it when the doctor first told me that i had it.  My mom and I were both stunned for no one that we knew had ever gone though this illness.     When we walked out of the doctor's office, all I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322475/      Here I am stuck in my crib.  I may be 20, but I'm stuck in the memories that this old and beat up crib holds for me.  As a two year old, life was pretty hard for me.     I can remember one day for some reason as clearly as a newly washed windo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322448/      Sticky gum was the only thing left at the scene.  It was an inspiration for the investigation to keep going.  No one knew why only a mass of pink sticky bubble gum in the shape of a snow man was left, but everyone that knew about the murder was determined to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322405/      The edifice was engulfed in flames and a boy screamed in fear.  He was terrified.  No one knew what had caused this explosion and everyone was severely confused.     The fire rose and the boy started to run.  He knew for a fact that his d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322396/      You could hear your heart beat if the silence wasn't so loud.  The day was as if the moon would never rise as a sign of the end.  Everyone was in mystery of who would shoot first. Sweat dripped down everyone's face to see if anyone was flinching or preparing to put.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjohnson12/322395/