http://slow.writerscafe.org/withinspiration The original writings of author witinspiration en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776088686 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 CAMERA FADES IN.BOY AND GIRL ARE IN A SCHOOL HALLWAY.  GIRL IS PUTTING BOOKS INTO HER LOCKER.  BOY WALKS UP TO HER, A SINGLE WHITE ROSE HELD BEHIND HIS BACK.  GIRL TURNS AROUND AND SEES BOY.  SHE SMILES.GIRLHey there. (HUGS BOY) How are ya?BOY(HANDS FLOWER TO GIRL) I&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/416971/ I'm having kind of a bad day. I doubt this will be very good, but aw well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/416967/ This is just for me. A piece about someone who I can't get out of my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/397029/ Again, this is random. I don't know why I even write stuff like this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/340482/ This doesn't even deserve an audience. So don't read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/337521/ This was very random. And I hope you can get a feel for who's talking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/337112/ look at the title and you'll understand. :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/334382/ A story I wrote in the seventh grade, so like, two years ago. Excuse it's...immaturity, i guess. :P ..Also, excuse any spelling mistakes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/334140/  THE COUNTRY ROAD IS CALLING, FREE FOR OUR WHEELS TO DRIVE OVER IT.SWEAT DRIPS DOWN OUR FOREHEADS,MAKING US SO F*****G HOT.WE HOLD HANDS...WE HOLD THIGHS...WE HOLD MINE, WE HOLD YOURS.THIS SUMMER'S EVE IS FOR LOVE.MAKING IT, THAT IS.SEXY AND HOT, THAT'S WHAT WE'LL CALL IT.OU.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/334089/ IT HURTS, I KNOW IT DOES.BUT STAYING STRONG ISPART OF THE PROCESS.WHAT PROCESS?THE PROCESS OF WHICHHEARTS ARE RESTORED ANDBROUGHT BACK TO LIFE.WHERE HANDS THAT HAVE BROKEN HAVE HEALED.THEY CAN TOUCH.TOUCH WHAT?HEARTS.SKINS.HAIRS.EVERYTHING...IF YOU'RE WILLING.THESE HA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/334088/ I LOVED HIM.I MISS HIM. COME BACK TO ME.I KNOW THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE,BUT I'LL KEEP WISHING. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/334086/ Inspired by the song 'On Call' -hence the title- by the band Kings of Leon...great song, great band, hopefully great poem...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/334084/ I WISH HIS HANDS WOULD STRUM ME LIKE HE DOES HIS GUITAR.I WISH HIS LIPS WOULD TOUCH MINE,TENTATIVELY AT FIRST,THEN WITH A BURNING DESIRE THAT WE BOTH PRAY WILL NEVER STOP.I WISH HE WOULD TOSS ME ON THE BED LIKE AN ANIMAL WANTING TO FEAST.GRIPPING EVERY SINGLE INCH OF MY SKIN WITH HIS MANLY.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/334082/ I BOB MY HEAD ALONG WITH THE MUSIC,SINGING ALONG WITH EVERY WORD,EACH ONE WITH PASSION AND HEART.AND THEN I SAW HIM.EYES AS BIG AS NYC,BECKONING FOR ME TO COME. WE DANCE FOR DAYS,OUR BODIES MOVING TOGETHER LIKE ONE.HE KISSES ME.HE KISSES ME AGAIN...AND AGAIN.I KISS HIM B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/334080/ I COULD USE A HELPING HAND,AN ASSISSTANT TO TAKE THE PAIN AWAY.THE PAIN NEVER ENDS,COMING IN AND OUT OF EXTREMES.I WISH IT HAD NEVER BEGUN,THAT I HAD STOPPED IT BEFORE IT HAD ANY CHANCE OF STARTING.BUT IT HAS STARTED.AND THE TRUTH IS,I LOVE IT.I WISH IT HAD STARTED EARLIER.EARLY .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withinspiration/334079/