http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ki_Rider The original writings of author Ki Rider en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004737 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 8Hei Sigh… I can’t believe that I have to go out and find a job, and pretend to be normal. They don’t get it. I’m not normal. In a rage of fury I punch a nearby tree. It bends and the outer shell gives. A giant hole is all that remains.I stare at it and think. See th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1972051/ Chapter 7Tila Another dream? It just keeps getting stronger. Why? I can feel myself getting lost deeper and deeper in it. Today is like any other. I get up and get Red ready for the day. As we head down the hall, I check the air for signs of smoke. As we enter the kitchen I see that Maya is making b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1972047/ Chapter 6Hei Dang it! So what do I care?! Nobody would have really cared that I disappeared. I didn't abandon the family. They abandoned me. But as head of the family that jerk has to go and wring my hide for not coming to the last family meeting. I wince at the thought of him and I grabbed my banda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1972046/ Chapter 5Tila Racing down the forest path, I begin to slow down once I’m sure I wasn’t being followed. Course that feeling doesn’t go away. It must be that I had a near death experience, so I’m still jumpy. I look around though and take in the forest sounds and smells. Aw, it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1972045/ Chapter 4Tila I ran as hard as I could. Adrenaline pumping through my system. We had made it out of the alleyway and the guy who saved me turned right. and we headed to the end of the street. I saw the bookstore.“This way, into that bookstore!” I yell, yanking on his hand. We rush inside.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1972042/ Chapter 3TilaI looked around till I could spot her. Joe, or  Josephine Stromburd as was her full name. She belonged to one of the richest families on the Island. But she was also this town’s biggest problem. I saw her pompous outfit of high superiority. mUch less her every evil looking sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1972040/ A storm rolls in, my hands hit the keys. In a flurry of motion the music flows. Nothing exist, yet everything breathes. One, two and back again. The notes rise and fall slowly than faster and faster. My heart pounds, while the wind screams. A crack of thunder, a flash o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1739743/ I dream and hope for something better. I step forward to take that dream and make it reality. But then a dark cloud rises and snuffs out that hope. The dream cracks and breaks before my very eyes.  I reach a hand out and watch as the dust sprinkles through my fingers. Why? Why was this dream so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1739701/ The song I sing my little boy to sleep at night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1729445/ I'm her daughterNot her reflectionNot her cloneI am my own beingNot a copy of someone elseNot a mirror that holds a Youthful image of herI am my own masterNot her living legacyNot her make shift dollI'm her daughterNot her reflectionNot a cloneJust her daughter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1277486/ FoxLying, sneaky trap,Be careful or she can snap.Beautiful, spontaneous cheat,There is no use, She can't be beat.Flirty, Girly Wretch,Something you'll never get.Running with no tomorrow.She does not feel sorrow.She hurts like Hell when you're through.Boy, what will you do?When that foxy girlget.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ki_Rider/1148597/ Chapter 2Hei- Darkness is all that I see. Hatred, is all that has ever been shown to me. Why does it always have to be this way? 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