http://slow.writerscafe.org/BillieJ The original writings of author NightHeartBattles en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987337 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short monologue told by the point of view of a friend of a victim of child abuse. A repeating chorus from the point of view of the victim. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1285785/ Does anyone hear?Does anyone listen?I am but a childA victim of the nightDoes anyone care?Do anyone’s eyes Glisten with tears In the light?I was not afraidBut now I amI was not lostBut now I amI was not hauntedBut now I amI was not a shellBut now I amS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281979/ Ever since I was a kid, I was ignored. Ever since I disappeared, I was known. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281974/ The opening to a short story I plan to write. Hope you enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281973/ Prologue to 'Rules of Living' How Zach, Frances, Asa and Teshi met. Was my writing assessment for the writing cup this year. I was awarded runner-up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281972/ Five-year-old Tyler and six-year-old Chloe meet at the beach. They bond over sandcastles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281966/ Where am I going? What am I doing? Where are my feet taking me? I do not know where I am, or where I’m going. Am I lost? I am not lost. I do not know what direction I am going in. Should I be using a map? I don’t need a map. I do not know what I’m leaving behin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281965/ Starter again. See title. Another poem on staying positive, but not as long as the last one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281964/ A boy stands on a dock. What is he doing there? The starter was an image. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281959/ Starter again. See title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281958/ Once again, a writing starter. I go to a religious school, the quote is from a religious-ish poem (see below) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281957/ A (long) poem on staying optimistic :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281954/ Good and bad, left and right, light and dark, angel and devil. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281952/ Okay, this one was hard to write. I cried a bit. That's because it's based on my own school life before I began high school (in New Zealand, thats year 9, and I was 12 turning 13). It's about bullying http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281949/ An atmospheric piece of writing, based on my over-a-decade worth of years in the theatre. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281946/ Okay, so in class we were told to write a scene where one person asks another out. This is mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281944/ I called it 'Excerpt' because I intend to write more, both before and after this scene. It's about a little girl living with her father, and in the story she grieves over her dead mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281942/ 'You must be ill. Because there is no way you are talking to a camel. Animals can’t talk.’ Short story from a picture starter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281941/ Like a lot of my poetry, I was given a topic by someone else. This one was 'what makes me happy?' Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281937/ I was asked to write something 'winter' I decided to look through my fonts list. A font was called 'Alaskan Nights.' Well, Alaska has snow, and snow is winter, right? So I wrote this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281935/ I was given this writing starter: He threw with all his might, but the third stone came skipping back..... and was told to use the title above. Here's what I came up with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1281933/ A child deserves something to call his own. He deserves a toy, a book, a home, a pet, a friend, a sister, a parent. A family. I have nothing to call my own. Why? Read on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1154576/ I interpret 'Hero' in many different ways, so I decided to choose the one that is the least likely thought of, and the most looked over. SAVE OUR SLAVES! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1153207/ When you're there, nobody notices. When you're not, everybody notices. But when you're invisible, chaos reigns.I stood in the centre of the room, a spotlight shining in my face. Nobody saw me. I fell over, knocking my lunch over the most popular girl in the school. Nobody saw me. I was open, ready t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1152649/ At that moment, Luke took a shallow, rasping breath.“Yes,” Thalia said.“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” Annabeth cried, her eyes sparkling with relief.“Hi guys,” Luke choked out.“Annabeth, run back to the camp and grab the first aid kit.”“Yes, Thalia!&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1149003/ I sat on a mossy brick wall overlooking a large private property. The garden was huge, as large as a ... . I wasn’t there by chance. I had been following him, and he had come here. I daren’t go any closer to where he was. I wasn’t masochistic. For in the middle of the field, fighti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1148700/ A Percy Jackson Fanfiction. Set in the two weeks between Luke, Thalia and Annabeth coming together and the three arriving at Camp Half-Blood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1148465/ Nothing was more exhausting than attempting to outwit a sixteen-year-old. Nothing. Not running nine kilometres, not flying above the clouds, not lifting a boulder bigger than her own body. Nothing compared to a battle of wits against someone three years older than her with three years more experienc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1144097/ I have nine lives. Before you ask, no I'm not a cat, I'm not half-cat, and I'm not a were cat. I just have 9 lives. That doesn't mean anything. Except that I have to live longer than any other human on Earth.You're probably wondering why I said that as though it's a curse rather than a blessing. I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1137358/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1129442/ Embrosso Eloy Jermain Chronus Bellum is three things: a Fire Spirit, a Timekeeper - and a six-year-old-boy. This chapter shows the start to Embry's journey in a new place, where he is the king. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1129291/ Embrosso Eloy Jermain Chronus Bellum is three things: a Fire Spirit, a Timekeeper - and a six-year-old boy. The story follows Embry as he journeys through an odd, unknown place - Time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1129290/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1126067/ I have nothing else to go byA nameA photoA memoryBut alone has more than one meaningTo be truly aloneWe must know that no one caresTo be truly aloneWe must know that no one hearsTo understand lonelinessWe must put ourselves in the shoesOf someone who has no oneAnd nothing else to loseYou might feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1125756/ A heartA handA smileA laughNothing else truly mattersA hugA giftA songA danceNothing else truly mattersA sisterA petA friendA familyNothing else truly mattersAdviceComfortA sense ofBelongingNothing else truly mattersA loveA lossA lifeA deathNothing else truly matters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1125754/ Sorry, this is long. It's about as long as a chapter, but it's not part of a book. The other language is Latin, by the way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1125752/ Nothing scares me more than midnight on Christmas Eve. I don't know why. It's just always terrified me. It still does, and I'm nearly eighteen. I do have good reason, though. I'll explain that later. First, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Apollo Jason Rachezen. I have one sibling, a t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1125741/ What really happens at midnight, when most of the world is sleeping? The town of Cachena doesn't sleep on Christmas Eve. Maybe the world will finally find out... What really happens at midnight? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1125731/ Nothing to do hereLostLostNothing to say hereLostLostNothing to hear hereLostLostNothing to see hereLostLostNothing to be hereLostLostI am lostLost in this universeWhere I'm nothing compared to nothingNothing compared to a galaxyNothing compared to anythingI am lostLost in this galaxyWhere I'm nothi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1125730/ On that kind of night when the skies are greyAll the trees frown at you in dismayLike 'what did you doTo make this all go wrong?What did you do?'You're suddenly not so strongYou cannot respondIn a world beyondWhat you've been taught to cope withIt's not gonna help you nowWhat you've been taught to d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1125719/ Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing I can sayNothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing I can sayTo make you change your mindNothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing I can sayNothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing I can sayTo make you turn out kind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1125716/ Had he known his life would change that day, he would have done things differently.No one deserves to be blasted into a world that they'd never even known even existed. But, unfortunately for them, some people are. There are many roles in our world that we read as fiction, but may not really believe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1125109/ A child deserves something to call his own. He deserves a toy, a book, a home, a pet, a friend, a sister, a parent. A family. I have nothing to call my own. Why? Read on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1123716/ Brace yourself for the attackA horn blows, and you respondTiny fires dancing behind your eyesThe cry of willingness to fight for what needs to be fought forListening to harsh cries of pain without meaning toEndless screams etched into your brainCalling, pleading, begging for helpRacing the cloc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1119748/ Somewhere out in the wilderness of a worldA tangle of vines intertwining to create our land, our sky, our seaA heart beat hard and fastOnly to be silenced with a decision of a powerful forceThe sky did not apologiseThe sea did not beg for forgivenessOnly the land paid for condemning of a lifeBy givi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1119742/ My first taste of human flesh was accidental. No, really, it was. I was swimming in a lake with my cousin and he kicked me in the face. Really and truly, that's what happened. If you don't believe me, read this: I didn't know what I was back then. It's not my fault if my older cousin decides to kick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BillieJ/1091606/