http://slow.writerscafe.org/SamanthaEvans The original writings of author Samantha Evans en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776084869 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Her life seemed so out of balance.The things she thought that were real weren't and the things she wanted to deny haunted her.The shadows in the darkness seemed to be faceless, like danger lurking in the corners. By the time Evangeline had the time to think, life as she knew it went to hell. Her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/345050/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/345048/ I was all alone.The sky seemed draker than before.The wind had become slightly colder.I was walking, my coat wrapped around me snugly.I had my sketchbook in hand and a pencil in my pocket.It was strange for over a week I had been having these dreams about a certain boy.I didn't know his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/328268/    I thought I was supposed to die. Not that anyone would care. But I thought I was supposed to fade away."Phil?" someone asked with a sweet angelic whisper. "Phil, are you awake?" it was definitely a girl. How did she know my name?I opened my eyes, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/326835/ There was an awful silence. Not the awkward silence, not the one of kids studying but the one of fright. Today was the day of the “Lockout”. Each year, some Jock would have an initiation to do. Tis had been happening for a years at my school. The unsuspected victim of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/326459/ Why do people have to loose things to find out what they really mean?When you are in love,And you get hurt,It's like a cut...That will heal but never leave.You can close your eyes from the things you don't want to see.But can never close your heart from the things you don't want to feel... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/326443/ If love is beauty.And love is blind?Then it’s out of sight.And out of mind.Then how can you be with me still?Like humming bird and daffodil.Mourning dew may dampen grass.But not our love.That’s here to last. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/326046/ Your hand upon my freezing skin.The slightest touch of warmth.The dashing love beyond those beautiful eyes.Dancing upon me like the candle light. No one is here.I'm answering your silent call.Now the lonesome bewilderment upon your ivory complexion.The silkiness as well.Is tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/323675/ When I first met you . . .The blissful touch of your increasingly warm hands.The touch of awkwardness, the bad electricity.Why didn't I stop?Was I afraid of your reaction?Your hurt feelings?When your lips touched mine . . .I though I was going to puke.I hadn't imagined the uneasiness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/323209/ Come her with meWaste away with meI don't want it to be...I'm over my head.I just want to be dead.I just want it to be over.Was this really supposed to be forever?Because nothing could be this good - never.Breathe out.So I could breathe you in.So I could keep you with m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/323207/ Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaEvans/322935/