http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lilliepad The original writings of author Meradee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002078 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887894/ "Come on Duchess." He whispered in her ear. Her head was pillowed on his chest, shivers still wracking her body as the tears continued to fall. Somewhere deep inside, the logical part of her brain, she knew she should be trying to move away from this man. He was, after all, just as terr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887882/ The night raged around her, lighting pierced the night sky, thunder followed, menacingly shaking the room, rattling the windows, threatening to bring down the walls around her. Frightened, Caer curled up in the corner, desperate to get away from the thunder and the lightning. She was terrifi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887879/ She was afraid of him, Garrett realised as he watched her stare down at her lap, but that was to be expected. However, not even their light banter had been able to steady her hands. He felt an odd urge to comfort her, tell her that it really would be alright, that as soon as her boyfriend .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887877/ Garrett watched as she ate. It had been a struggle to get the tape off her mouth, as it had covered the majority of the lower half of her face. She had been whimpered in pain a couple of times and the tape had pulled at her skin and surprisingly, his heart had gone out to her. He felt the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887872/ Caer had no idea how they had managed to get past the security cameras, the need for a key card or pass code to use the elevators, and the doorman. These were all measures that were designed to keep people like this out! Yet somehow they had managed to bypass a top of the line security sys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887869/ As Caer looked down at the rather large and menacing knife laid on top of an assortment of other tools. She pleaded silently with her eyes, hoping that the man wouldn't harm her. She had no desire to die! She was young and had so much life ahead of her! And there was no way she could die loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887857/ "Nice doggie!" Caer cried in a strained high pitched voice. She had been afraid of dogs for as long as she could remember. They were big mean creatures that liked to jump up on you and bite you. A small scar at her hairline provided the beginning of the fear of large dogs. Small ones, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887852/ People strive for love. It’s a basic factor in life. For some it seems almost impossible to live without a person, that there is no way, in any stretch of the universe that a person can be without their soul mate, or the person that they believe to be their soul mate. In Caer’s m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887830/ Caer Ash finds herself in danger after a case of mistaken identity leads her to what could possibly be love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887822/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887812/ Dayton Lyon’s heart skipped a beat when Westbrook McGregor looked her way. She had always nursed a secret crush for West, he was handsome, tall with dark hair, brilliant blue eyes that seemed to pierce your soul and read your mind. He was muscular, without being too bulky. Had a smile .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887796/ Dayton Lyon looks at life from a different perspective as she handles betrayal, a secret love, and horrifying danger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887793/ One: The BanningEdi Grace screamed as loud as she could as they dragged herfrom her bed at the moon’s full crest, the night chilly despite the onset of anearly spring. They had not allowed her to even gather a coat or her shoes.“No!” She cried, tears streaming down her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887778/ Edi Grace, the disgracefully unlucky second child, finds herself in a small wooden canoe, hands and feet bound, destined for some unknown place, whether it be the depths of hell, as is intended for her, or a far distant place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/887777/ Meet Caer Kavanagh-a brilliant woman with a flair for fashion design who's about to get herself into trouble very quickly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/520379/ Some people just seem to have life worked out, but that doesn't mean bad things don't happen to them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/520369/ The morning dawned bright and muggy, just the way Naomi loved it. Ireland held a special place in her heart, but she felt that Florida was where she'd been destined to be her whole life. She was happier now then she had ever been in her homeland. Granted she wasn't as happy as she was when she was d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/425890/ Adam knew something was wrong the moment the relief on Naomi's face turned to confusion, recognition, and then to fear. She reached into the safe and pulled out a folded piece of paper. There was nothing about the paper that seemed particularly different, except for the fact that Naomi was terrified.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/425886/ Adam studied Naomi's face carefully. He could sense that she was no longer afraid of him, but she was still very wary of his presence. It was obvious in the way she held herself around him, tense, but not ready to run away. 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As she looked around and witnessed her packrat tendencies she also realized how horrible the room looked. That urge deep inside her, that urge to have everythin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/425880/ Adam Breck was tired of having no privacy. Everywhere he went there were paparazzi, fans wanting pictures and autographs, and his agent always calling him on his cell phone, nagging him about one thing or the other. Especially after the release of his newest film I'm Coming Home, which was a big hit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/425877/ A young Irish woman has been running for something...or someone. Can Hollywoods most eligible bachelor help her to defeat her demons? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/425876/ A collection of Letters between two young lovers who will never be together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/418920/ Louise Turner is your average woman. Young, beautiful, kind, and helpful. She says she is complete and waves off any attempts to get her to date people. She nonchalantly states, "I don't want to get married." When truly She wishes deeply that she will fin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/417877/ This is the third chapter in 'The Rescue'... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/392705/    The night was cold and wet. The rain came down, mercilessly pounding the walls, the windows, the ground. Small animals scurried away to their nice warm homes, even the worms stayed hidden. Inside the house in the middle of nowhere the Baxter family stayed huddled together waiting for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/382916/ Words have so much power over all of us. Wether we like it or not, they do. This is a story of how words hurt a young woman and her life and how it could possibly destroy her future http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/382879/    I have often considered life as a unique experience that everyone must go through. Each of us with our own trials, own ways to deal with things, and own instances of embarrassment, hurt, laughter, pain, ext. But there has always been one thing in life that has always fasinated me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/379959/ All of Georgie's escape attempts fail...miserably. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/377831/ There are times in life,When we get shoved out a door.Once we're shoved out,That door closes.So we sit there,Staring at that closed door.And because we're so busy staring,We never see the door that opened,Right behind us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/377693/ Georgina "Georgie" Chevalier is caught in the middle of the fray of the war just starting in Brazil. She is one of the first people kidnapped and taken to the jungle for unknown and possibly nefarious reasons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/377487/ A war being fought in South America has caused many people to be stranded in Brazil. In fact many people have been kidnapped and used as tools. This is the story of one such victim, and her rescue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/377309/ What I want in a husband http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/372812/ Second chapter in The Game http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/372806/ True Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/372397/ First chapter in 'The Game' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/369941/ Every game has losers. The one with probably the most losers is the dating game. We all play it, but is it really worth it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/368562/ Second chapter in Othello Rebels http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/368560/ I see a crowd of gray.No color, interest, or originality.Sameness rules in this crowd.I look down at myself,Only to discover I am gray also.I try to remember how I got here,To this boring gray state.I remember a time,Long ago,When I turned gray,To fit in with the crowd.Now i se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/367980/ Today Barrack Obama was sworn into office. Respect him. Please http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/367267/ Second chapter in Life of a Klutz. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/364374/ Introductory chapter in Life of a Klutz http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/361015/ Remember the story,About that little engine?The one that wasn't sure if it would make it,Up the mountain.We look at the mountains in our life,And say 'no way!"When all we have to do,Is believe in ourselves.It's simple really,All we have to do is try.I think I can...What to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/360564/ We sit and wonder,When will life pick up?Am I bound to sit and ponder,My life till I die?We wait for opportunity,That we long for but never seek.We expect life to find us,So we don't have to work.We make our own opportunities,Even when we're down.For our opportunities open new do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/360562/ As I sit down at the computer of life,I'm bound to make some mistakes.I try to erase what I put,But there is no backspace key.I use the arrows to relive the past,But there is no delete key.So I must remember,That there is no key,To erase the mistakes I make.But i can go forward,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/360438/ I sit,With just my memories to keep me company.I wonder,How I could have made those mistakes.I wish,Those moments had never happened.I dream,Of the way life could have been.I hope,To make the future better.I know,That I can change everything ahead of me.I learned,From .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilliepad/360436/ After her work was completed in the stables and she'd changed, Rennie was on the road headed to Shlant. 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