http://slow.writerscafe.org/Londen The original writings of author Londen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776198729 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 After my session (which pretty much got me nowhere) I went back to the TV room. Andee was in there drawing while John stared at the wall again.I walked up to him and snapped my fingers. He blinked up at me.“Was I doing it again?” He asked.John and I had come to an agreement; I n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Londen/361682/ The crimson liquid on my fingers smells of rust and gold. The blood on my hands dries as it unfolds. Blood is on the paper, blood is on the knife, blood is in the room. someone has died in that room. I wash my hands to erase the memory, I wash my hands to erase it all. The green woman .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Londen/361148/ Waking up is hard to do. Especially when your whole body is in pain. I woke up who knows how long after they put me to sleep. And guess who was there; Ashley again. 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