http://slow.writerscafe.org/LoperForLife The original writings of author LoperForLife en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050805 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hey you,I'm not your damsel in distress,I'm not under any duress,Would you stop trying to knock down mywalls?I purposely built those up tall,You have no right to try to get to me,I can set my own self free (thank youvery much)You try to fight, to steal, to plea,Try to set f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1435693/ Everyone says water and fire can’tcoexist. Now, with all the controversy I’d cause to spring into light with afew vibrations of miniscule tendons, I’d naturally claim I’m not here todispute a proven fact to discourage confrontation, but in frank reality, I am.Because .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1361050/ What happened to the days gone by?The sigh of a gentle breeze pushing through emerald planesRadiant smiles spreading cherubic faces wideThe pounding of hooves over rolling happiness, nothing but the sun on our facesas we pretended to be princesses, warriors, queensour loyal steeds steadfast and pati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1339679/ Please review!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1298056/ Hey! I need some honest criticism on this... Just an idea so far, but I hope to develop it into a story. I'm also searching for an editor to help contribute chapters and do what editors do! PM me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1273423/ His eyes are unfocused, distance, blurred from the alcohol I'm sure he'd consumed. Sea green whispering across puddles of murky blue, he sloppily reaches around my back, strong arm brushing my side, before settling it awkwardly above my hips. Tracing his other hand across my stomach, the soft chiffo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1263076/ A flash of seductive green against a weak toned tan,A dash of deep red hatred against a willing faded pink,A flicker of muddy blue water from it's drowning victim to it's gasping captive,An ironed slab of dirty gold whisking away with a melody of burning speech,A tall silhouette dancing behind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1211314/ freewrite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1211307/ Fake.That's the only word I can fathom to use to describe you.Your nasally laugh sputtered from a feigned interest,Your black died hair ironed to an unhealthy straightness,The heavy lines around diffident eyes,Hate.Insecure.That's the single word I can label you as.With your exaggerated lies sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1207435/ 1. A spark 2. Hope3. Happiness4. Jealousy5. Fallout6. Hate7. Repeat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1168424/ Love is a fickle thing, full of hidden facets and deep dark trenches, steeped in insecurity and uncertainty.A thing shared by two people, or stifling one. A thing the younger generation is said to not understand, and is yet a thing that is said to be timeless and endless. So many definitio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1168419/ Not really a poem, but not a story either. So I guess this is a Stoem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1136193/ As a child, I always wanted to be a spy. You know, one of those mainstream girls clad in pitch black body suits or one of those dangerously calm men with a steady gun hand and a suit. Totally men in blackish.  Well my dream didn't quite come true. I didn't necessarily turn into a spy, but occa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1115198/ So mainstream :p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1115193/ Bad luck seems to have followed me throughout my life. The fire, bad family life, and an assorted group of other things.. Yeah bad luck. Now I suppose it's also bad luck that my family decided to find refuge with the family of my killer.  His family had bailed him out of prison when he got cau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1115095/ Short prologue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1114000/ It's hard to escape your past. It's hard to forgive and forget. And it's not much easier taking revenge. After dying, I just floated. Yup, I just sort of hung in mid air until I heard the anguished cries of my mother, the low rumble of an uneasy crowd, and the reassuring voices of the firefighters... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1113798/ Graphic. Read with discretion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1113409/ We're just getting into it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1113400/ I remember one night that stands out among the rest. It was a snowy night, not uncommon in the dreary spread of winter. I was with a guy. I can't remember his name because I blocked it from my mind. I'm pretty sure he's the one who killed me. I was starting to like him. He was good looking, tall wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1113393/ Running is second nature to me. It has to be. But tonight, running is so much harder than it should be. Of course, running from a deadly accurate gun held by a vengeful gang member would be easier then running from a shaky one held by a former lover with hooded eyes. After the first shot rang out, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1112896/ Not actually a book; just ideas and some short stories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1112873/ Okay this has a few more mature themes in it; read at own risk. This also does not by any means reflect real life occurrences for myself or anyone else I know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1112855/ "Every spark can start a flame." -Anonymous http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1112832/ Random... Not exactly sure what it'll be about yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoperForLife/1112830/