http://slow.writerscafe.org/bootsBLOODSTAINS The original writings of author loserface mcgee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776201061 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15       My name is Callie Danneger. Well,actually, my name is Calliope, because my mom is hella into Greekstuff, but that's besides the point. I am fifteen years old and I amstudying Demonic Sciences at the Academy, which is this hugeacademical slash magical sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/509126/ modern fantasy, woo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/508632/ just a story. not even really a story. just a teaser of something i might continue? i dunno. i like sci-fi. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/496549/      I rolled over in bed when I woke up, and heard a crack in my back. I groaned slightly, and peeked out of the window of my room. The sky was barely lit up, that little hint of dawn that comes before the day. I had a headache. I grabbed my phone and checked the time - four in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/451909/ a brief introduction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/450146/ WHAT, SHE'S WRITING REALISTICALLY? WHAAAAAAT? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/450086/ Like porcelain dollsLike porcelain dolls with their faces crackedLike porcelain dollsLike china dolls with holes in their hearts where thereShould be love and there should be kindnessAll there is is just cold and stuffingLike porcelain dollsLike porcelain dolls their faces are cracked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/441233/ o hay look i have weird dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/432628/ Dear Diary,I went to a concert. It was amazing. Everyone was pumped; the music was amazing. My throat grew hoarse from screaming and singing along, my meticulously done hair was screwed up halfway to hell by the time it was over. 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She wasn't wearing her glasses. A thin-wristed hand fumbled around on her desk for the thick-rimmed, coke-b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/419192/ stop.we bleed for you.her face is pale.she knows how to cover bruises.your daughter,you sick b*****d.what did she doto deserve this fate?her innocence; gone.virginity; gone.she's only six years old.only a child.a babe.i should just kill you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/414331/ ...not my usual stuff, but it's for some very special idiots i know. ;D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/407228/ the people in this towntheir eyes, vivid in colour though they aretheir eyes are dustydrylifeless.the people in this towntheir lips will not smiletheir smiles are dustylifelesscold.the people in this towntheir cheeks are colourlesstheir cheeks are dustycolddead.the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/407225/ get the reference? -loser- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/407224/ nine pm:zoe and annabelle brushed their teethafter a lovely salad, drenched in vinaigretteand laid their heads to rest in their london flatdark and light fingers gently intertwinedzoe's dark locks mingled with belle's firey head of redone am:asleep, zoe dreams of annabellesummers spe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/407222/ i amshiningglowingsparklingrisinggrowingbloomingwith room to growtears grace my cheeks oftenlips of pink that have been known to laugh shape wordslittle sense though they often makemy eyes are open wideand i can see the worldi see goodi see bad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/407219/ i think really weird things. i thought i'd let you into my mind for the average train of thought, that often leads to really good ideas for horror stories that will never be completed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/406679/ this will probably be a later chapter in fairytale life once i get to working on it - it's the same alec, think of it as a sneak peek of what's to come. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/404232/ newly-adopted alec gets a nice reception. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/387684/ alectriana "alec" lyle gets another chance at childhood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/386438/ this is basically tracking the life of my character alec. once it's done, there'll prolly be a sequel with her daughter, calamity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/386263/ the plot of an under-construction roleplay forum a friend and i are starting. if it sounds interesting please pm me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/385549/ liars and thieves -that's what you all are.you said you loved me and ditched me for himyou said we were best friends and pitched a fityou said you wouldn't hurt me ever but you didyou're all goddamn thievesrobbing me of my innocenceoptimismevery daydid you think tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/384879/      Rather pleased that Nyra had at least put my shirt and towel on, I looked around the room, particularly at Jacey. His expression was of mingled confusion, concern, and his goddamn 'Told You So' face. I blinked. Suddenly both the hot and cold sensations were gone, and I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/384790/ i really wanna know what you think of the brunette girl. and what her name should be. i haven't decided one yet. so.. xD come up with one! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/382758/ we're getting to the action i promise don't kill me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/381664/ uh oh jacey's giving warnings WHAT COULD IT BE. go on, speculate. >] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/380371/ just a note to all of you i love jacey he makes me sad kthx. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/380271/      It was more of an ordeal to wake up than usual. Nyra and Hayden and I hadn't moved from the couch that night. I looked at the clock with a jolt - it was still three in the morning, though it felt much later. I blinked, and tried to wake Nyra and Hayden up. After pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/379747/ oh, hayden, you better watch out. helena will eat you. picture: nyra. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/379492/ for deva. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/379290/ helena likes the third person and has speech pattern mpd. lena is pictured in the image. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/378403/ this is a story i've wanted to write for a long time and it's pretty out there. tell me what you think honestly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/378318/ based around the seven deadly sins in this order: lust, wrath, gluttony, envy, greed, pride, sloth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/377658/       Lucy is the prettiest girl I've ever met. 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I don't sing out anymore when you're near, because ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/374024/ i'll leave you to decide what this is really about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/367705/ this is for anyone who's been called a liar by someone they cared about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/364798/ ahem. bulimia/anorexia/suicidal thing = notspiffy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bootsBLOODSTAINS/362757/