http://slow.writerscafe.org/Katiebug730 The original writings of author Eliott en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776142866 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Revenge is best served violently. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/2848875/ Written like a letter to my ex http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/2173548/ TW: abuse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/2066906/ Trigger Warning: depression, suicidality, sexual abuse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/2050765/ Trigger Warning: talks about suicide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/2050764/ This poem was written by Evie about a safe place in our inner world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/2050763/ I am a new alter. This is how I feel. -Damsel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1988191/ I wrote this forever ago when I was first coming to terms with my DID. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1988186/ Eating disorder related http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1980663/ Just a sad song about a bad relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1980661/ A poem one of my alters wrote about integrating http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1962478/ Written like a letter to someone who broke my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1860512/ Written by my alter, Evie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1860508/ She wore her collarbones like a necklace. Her ribcage a real cage, her spine was a ladder. Her hipbones were handlebars. Her jaw was sharp enough to cut her enemies, her cheekbones could catch her tears. Her lips were like rose petals longing for rain. Her eyes were two flames on the verge of burnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1860501/ Please don't hate me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1815055/ Flimsy tapeThinDirtyTwistingPeelingBroken piecesShattered glassHeld loosely togetherWith flimsy tapeObviously brokenObviously usedWearing outUnwanted.Flimsy tapeUnreliableNot strong enough for anything importantHolding me together.Once valuedNow thrown awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1794565/ In the book's final chapter, Ian is still dangerously obsessed and, whether or not he realizes it, he himself is also unraveling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575819/ Ian finally meets the man he's been searching for, but the meeting didn't go the way he had expected. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575808/ Ian has to do something but he doesn't know what to do. He finds himself watching a sickening scene where Rachel becomes even more twisted while Toby and Ruthie break down completely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575802/ We witness the trauma of recently widowed Ruthie as she pretends to be Eleanor to avoid disappointing Toby and feeling the wrath of Rachel, and along the way, we learn a lot about Ian. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575795/ Ian uncovers the psychopath that is Rachel Harries. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575786/ Ian meets Andrew Johnson's son, who's supposed to be dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575783/ Ian makes a few brief stops before heading to a place where he's sure to find answers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575779/ Tommy's in the hospital and it doesn't look good. Before he dies, he needs to get some things off his chest... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575774/ Ian ventures to Boston once again, but this time he has a destination. His first stop? Jack's house. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575766/ Ian finds the key to Eleanor's box and finally gets to hear her voice- or at least her inner voice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575758/ Ian tries to decipher the code. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575752/ We get a look at Gabe's poetic side, which may be the most revealing of everything Gabe has left behind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575475/ We get a look into some of Gabe's old journals. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575474/ Ian reveals his findings as he takes a second look at Gabe's old letters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1575472/ We sit in on a frustrated Ian's therapy session with Dr. Benson, who thinks Ian's obsession with Gabe is unhealthy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1561726/ We finally see Ian back home trying to piece together everything he's learned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1561725/ Ian meets another member of Gabe's childhood club and discovers that the club members are keeping a secret. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1561723/ Ian finally tracks down Tommy Hancock, the man Gabe frequently writes about, who explains the significance of the code in which Gabriel's letters are written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1561719/ Ian talks to Gabe's childhood friend who speaks very poorly of him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1561717/ Ian continues his search for answers, this time questioning Gabe's timid niece and her abused children. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1561716/ Ian meets the stepdaughter of his house's previous owner in hopes that she can decode the cryptic writing he left all over the house. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1561715/ Ian Smith is determined to find out exactly who 80-year-old Gabriel Watson is, why he left so much behind, and what the members of his childhood club are hiding. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1561712/ I am an oxymoron. I'm sensibly insane. I'm selfless and I'm greedy. I'm humble and I'm vain.I'm persistently relenting, ordinarily strange, shockingly predictable.I love consistent change.A fulfilling disappointment, I'm so pleasantly bleak. I'm remarkably forgotten. I'm dangerously meek... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1528633/ Maybe I'm crazyOr maybe I'm notAnd the world around me is changing into something I don't understandBut I'm readyTo let goIf you'll catch meCuz I knowHis arms will always be thereFor meWhen I fallI shiver and she holds meIt's just another nightThen suddenly she's cryingAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1505948/ Elizabeth sat in the tub and listened to the soothing sound of running water. She often took baths in the late-night-early-morning hours. She had intense insomnia and the only thing that helped her sleep was the sound of running bath water. So she would sneak out of bed at around three in the mornin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1502619/ When we danceWe're both bound to slip and fall sometimesAnd we might breakBut we can learn to pick ourselves back up And dance againI knowThings will changeWe'll growAnd leave behindOur old skinEmpty shellsOf who we wereAnd everyone will changeEveryone will growSome o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1491213/ "I'll never leave if you stay with me too."I love you, I thought that you loved me."And I know together that we'll make it through."I trusted the words that you told me."I'll be there for you, no matter what I have to do."You're all that I lived for and all that I need."And we'll be okay, because I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1482275/ If I'm not hurt, it's sIt's never anybody's fault but mineMess everything up for myselfIf I'm not hurt it's someone elseIt's never anybody's fault but mineI know that you don't want to seeThe pain that sits inside of meBut when I don't acknowledge it I lieI cryPiece by piece I dieAnd ask whyAnd to m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1482273/ Bath’s run cold again. Comfort source is gone. It was perfect getting in. Now everything’s gone wrong. Everything I trust is only disappointing. I wish that I could learn to stop. I’m too stubborn to give up yet.Take it all away from me and strip me down. What have I got left? Is t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1482269/ This one isn't depressing for once http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1434307/ Song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1405775/ Just a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1405773/ He comes into confession, sits on the kneeler, and makes sure I'm not allowed to tell anyone what he says. He keeps smiling, but there's nothing to smile about anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katiebug730/1362360/ I sit alone, crouched naked on the floor in the middle of the room. Except I'm not alone. There are eyes everywhere. The only light comes from the open door on the other side of the room. Feeling hopeful, I run towards the door. 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