http://slow.writerscafe.org/Donna The original writings of author Donna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996149 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ticket to Hell (some explicit and possibly offensive content)   Amparo Zavala was born with an abundance of curly black hair, widow’s peak and as her mother would often recall, she came out screaming to wake the devil. Tiny fists seemed to shake with rage and indigna.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna/434018/ I did something very bad.This is for real, I did something very bad and I desperately need some help this time. I cannot call my family, discretion is key.  As usual when I get my self in trouble, I drank way too much last night and I am frantically typing you from a laptop in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna/429453/ The stakes were high...    I woke up in a clearing last night.  Lying face down in the desert outside a grove of olive trees.  Dirt, sticks and small rocks pressed against my cheek. The last thing I remembered, it was around 7:30 I was in my apartment .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna/424786/ How is it that you knew? What exactly do these eyes betray? Could you hear an intake of breath? The pounding of a quickened beat? Do my pores emanate the scent of want?  Of lust and molten heat?  Did my tongue taste of pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna/424471/  She dreamt of blue whales again as she had been dreaming lately more often than not.  Dreams akin to the ones she'd had as a teenager. Late night excursions into the middle of the ocean, alone...treading water as giant tenebrous shapes visible in the moonlight brushed against her na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna/423302/ What a day!  Woke up mothers day to my ex-husband and two sons in the kitchen making me breakfast in bed. I pretend to sleep until they come in and say suprise! I eat it all as they watch assuring that this is the best breakfast I have ever eaten in my life and then open my gifts. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna/409227/ I had been feeling really down lately missing him and moping around my apartment like a forlorn, lovesick teenager. I could not eat and my only goal in life was to condition my body to sleep at least 18 hours at a time. I was actually doing pretty good on that one and had the wherewithal to work my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna/405692/ Short Dark Simple Fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna/329463/ Thank You...  Naked and alone I stood on the unfamiliar, jagged, precipice of despair. My swollen heart ripped from my chest and placed in my hands. Bleeding and saturated with the stinging salt of disenchantment. Below, a black ocean beckoned with an eerie seductiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna/328240/  Sometimes I'm quiet when others reminisce about their childhood. Not that I think my childhood was any more or less dysfunctional than the usual, but then again, I am so used to keeping my skeletons or rather my mother's skeleton in the closet. I would like to explain about my g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna/328239/