http://slow.writerscafe.org/MissCreative The original writings of author GirlPower66 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775999062 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 18    I sunk into the cushioning of his body; his arm was around my waist. Ten minutes before the movie was supposed to end, I just remembered to check the clock.    "Oh, wait a minute!" I squealed. "What time is it? I have to go!" I jumped o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/485706/ 17    Over the next few weeks until it was time for Thanksgiving, I noticed that the chemistry between Harry and I was getting stronger and stronger. We talked on the phone almost every night: we shared all of our stories together and talked about our families. But it still hadn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/484783/     Yesterday, I found something strange in my soup. It was not a fly, but a slice of bread with a touch of mustard on the top. There was not a sandwich in sight of my table.... But there was tarter sauce next to me. So I reached for it, and my soup fell right on the floor, the fine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/482660/ 16    We might've been double dating like older people do, but there was no denying the fact that we were A) just four teenagers, two sixteen year-olds and two seventeen year-olds, then B) we weren't exactly mature. Well, I was mature, but I wasn't so sure about Morgan. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/480045/ 15    Friday was a day that I was barely excited about. I called Harry and asked him if he would like to meet my friends.    "Yeah, that sounds nice," he'd said. I figured if he was loooking forward to it, then so should I. I picked out the best outfit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/479400/ 14    I was distracted from reading when I heard the sound of laughing. I was sitting in the library, catching up on some studying. Morgan and Roger walked through the door, holding hands. 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I didn't usually finish my homework until ten o'clock, but tonight was taking a lot longer. I couldn't thinking about Harry; this was the first time in my life I've seriously had a boy on my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/473159/ 10    "You should've seen him, he was adorable," I said at school the next day. I closed my locker. "We hit it off really quick."    "Wow," Morgan said, "I've never seen you so happy before."   "I know, bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/471673/ 9    My stomach turned with both excitement and worry. I was going somewhere that was pretty much foreign, and it lasted from four to six o'clock. For three hours I'd be around people who I had never met in my life; people who were probably bipolar, too. My heart beated faster. Mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/471021/ 8    I was officially depressed; I had lost interest in everything, even TV. All I wanted to do was lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Most of my nights were sleepless, so I probably looked like a zombie. I picked up my cell and checked my text messages. I had three from Morgan... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/470974/ 7    It rained on Friday, which made the day feel a lot like a funeral. The service was held at Saint Peters. I got up that morning having no feeling whatsoever; I just wanted to get the day over with. Actually, I was struggling to get the week over with. School was surreal: I had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/470609/ 6    I had absolutely no idea how I was going to get through school. I thought getting through a day of school was difficult because of the work: how was I going to go for seven hours with my younger sister just being killed in a car accident? I know you have to move on no ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/468538/ 4    Grandmom didn't leave until one-thirty, but she came back at nine. It was Sunday, and while we usually put on our formal clothes and went to church at St. Patrick's, none of us felt like doing anything. I didn't even have enough energy to pick up my cell, text Morgan and tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/467197/ 4    Everything stopped: my heart, my circulation, my whole world. Next thing I knew, I was sitting on the couch in the living room at twelve-fifteen in the morning. My parents went out to see the accident, but before they left, my mom called my grandmother to come over .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/466646/ 3    I wasn't busy: I was so bored on Saturday that I was starting to wish I had taken Jackie's invitation. There seemed to be nothing else to do but take out my textbooks and study. That's exactly what I did, while Lauren struggled to pick out the best outfit.  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/466327/ 2    "Wait a minute, let me get this straight," Morgan said. She paused to pass the field hockey ball to me. Today we were out doing drills for the fall conditioning, and Morgan was my partner. "Your parents actually said yes?"    "Isn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/466162/ Erin Thistlewait seems to have it all: brains, beauty, and excellent field hockey skills. And her sister, Lauren, looks to be following in her footsteps. But when an argument breaks out between the two, Lauren is killed in a fatal car accident the same ni http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/465760/ A teen girl's younger sister is killed in a car accident. The girl( older sister) meets a boy who influences her to do the wrong things, but she likes him though... Anyways, just thought I'd describe it :] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/465757/ The Four Seasons Winter: the bitter cold nips at noses, the sky darkerns. Snow begans to fall,covering the wide pastures. It's time for hot chocolate and a warm fire. Spring approaches. Such a huge contrast: the snow slowly dries up, and flowers begin to grow. Even butterflies ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/455564/ 17   With school being out for the summer, I was bored out of my mind. I called my friends, but two of them were on vacation. Paige and Barb. Kristie was the only one left, but she still didn't want to speak to me. The only person I had to hang out with was Nelson. On Monday, I did some .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/386270/ I changed the title because I became tired of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/382578/ 15  11:30 am. Sunday. When I wook up, I felt numb from being so tired. I slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Afterwards, I went downstairs. There was Nelson, sprawled out on the couch, the blanket almost on the floor. His mouth was open and he was snoring like a lawn mower. I knew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/379649/ 14   Weeks passed like seagulls flying down at the pier. The days began to become warmer. Mid-terms were nearing, and before I knew it, June had came. School was on its way of being out, and I was finishing up studying for all of my tests. I didn't have any specific plans for the summer,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/375587/ 13   I was tired of beating around the bush---- I had to ask Frank to be my boyfriend. Being shy and freezing up like I used to wasn't an option. The perfect time to ask was right in front of me. Frank and I were sitting down by the lighthouse. So far, this was our favorite spot to talk... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/371881/ Andrea finds her one love... Frank. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/369751/ 11   I stared at the invitation for what felt like an hour when I got home from school. It layed on my bed, face up.    If I don't RSVP, then I'm going to miss a really great chance to be Frank's friend, or even something more serious, I thought. I picked up the envelo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/365700/ 10   Getting back to my daily rountine was hard. It was difficult to wake up in the morning, and not see grandpa sitting at the kitchen table. Now the only person I saw sitting there was Nelson, and he was strangely starting to look like grandpa, a young version of him.  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/360585/ Time to say good-bye... for good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/359531/ 8   I woke up screaming that night, or actually, that morning. It was two a.m., and I had just had a bad dream. I didn't really scream, but my mouth opened to form a sound. It was only a shriek, but it was loud enough to wake up Nelson.    He walked into my room, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/357947/ 7    I've never been more afraid and nervous in my entire life. The more frightening thing about it was that it was real. We all sat in the waiting room of the ER at the Concord Island Hospital. I tried to take slow and steady breaths, but I felt like I was going to explode i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/355723/     6   Just like any other teenager, I like to sleep in on Saturday mornings. Unfortunately, it was interupted by the sound of the back door opening. I jerked out of my sleep, put on my slippers, and got out of bed. When I went downstairs to the kitchen, Nelson was stan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/352347/   5   As time passed, I made sure grandpa did what the doctor said. I became his health monitor. I started to do all the work. But it was hard to convince him to sit down and let me do everything. I did a sufficent job with the housework though. But something was still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/350288/              4How I spent a early Saturday morning riding for two hours in a car: I still don't know. Grandpa had made his appointment for Saturday morning, eleven-thirty. Before I went to bed on Friday night, I asked him how far&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/347684/ 3  Awaiting the response to whether or not I had made the honor roll was too nerve-racking, so I spent time with my friends. Besides Kristie, there was Paige and Barbara. I met them when I entered my junior year. Everything that had been wrong in my life a year ago was finally beginning to ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/347079/ 2   After I finished dinner and finished my homework, I grabbed the phone and began to call Nelson. I knew his dorm room's phone number by heart now. By the third ring, he didn't answer. I was beginning to get worried, because I needed to talk to him more than ever now. He answered on th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/346941/ Last time Andrea Shepherd checked, things had brightened for her; she turned sixteen, made the honor roll, and made a couple of new friends. But unfortnatuely, misery seems to follow her regardless. With her brother not being able to deal with the academi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissCreative/346683/