http://slow.writerscafe.org/bubblegumdrop The original writings of author Jen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190590 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Mom! My cellphone isn't working!" Emily yelled. Mom turned around and took her cellphone. "Hmmm, your right, it isn't working." Mom continued to mess with the cellphone as I said, "We are deep in a forest, far away from, civilization. I don't think cellphones are going to work out here." I said... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/402911/ Twelve years of hellBorn eighteenCome the rising sunI'll put on my maskSo I can sing and danceFor your pleasureThe glowing pearlAppears in the shadowy world I'll awaken Creep around the houseGather the supplies And away I goFollow the moonlight trailThe clock ticks down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/399993/ Earth is a stage. Humans are the puppets. Angles and demons are the puppeteers. The gods are the masters, the owners, the directors. Earth is a stage, life is a play, and we all have a role to do. Don't forget your lines. I stared out the car window, watching the world fly past us. Dad was drivi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/393125/ Life is a stage, and we all have a part to play. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/391492/ Lend an earfor mefor alllisten to the wordsthat were brewing in our heartsthese painful words sharper then daggersthe cold tearsthat stream from our eyesListen to meFor what I say is horribly truefor you never listenfor the words that ringin the air like a bellyou bat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/380942/ I laid on the hospital bed, and was utterly bored. The doctors left be alone, and my family had other thing to do, but I was uncomfortable, and it hurt to move. The only thing to do was talk to Devon. "You know, you're really boring when you can't move around, Nisha." He commented. "And who's fault.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/379235/ A dark tear stained houseis where I go to everydaydare I call this home?no, how can I saythis is a homewhen every roomis wet with tearswere the only soundsare screamingand pain is the only thing I feelThe sky is graythere is no sunthe snow and rainfeel warm comparedto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/375610/ Little Jean doll now sat on a table. The table was dark brown, round and looked like any normal end table, but the Miss servants knew better. The table was used by the Miss, and they only thing that sat upon it was her dolls. When a doll sat on that table, it meant the Miss was interested in the dol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/374572/ Little Little BirdSitting in the cageNever chirpingNever singingWhy not do so?Little Little ChildI sit in a cageMy voice runs dryMy songs grow oldWhy even bother?Little Little BirdWhy not give it a try?Fill your soul Then let it outA sweet song for us allLittle Li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/371364/ A crack. A small, short, crack went across a small glass doll forehead. The doll was a girl, smallish, with short black hair, a plain white gown, with blue eyes. Not very cute, or pretty, but had a certain charm to it. The crack seemed to have appeared out of nowhere on the doll, but it was small cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/370509/ Sam lay on her bed, in the dark, listing to her ipod. It was one of the things that kept her calm, music pounding in her ears while here family fought. They would always fought, only when they don't talk to each other do they not fight. By now, Sam was use to hear the shouting, arguing, accusing, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/369064/ Beneath Dark Waterswhere darkness of the soulcontinuously growswere cold and icy handsdrag everything downtill they are no moreBeneath Dark Watersa dark demons waitfor the next tasty soulto travel his wayusing false hopesaying horrible liesthat peace will come from beneat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/367448/ How cold life is with this demon insidetwisting my emotionsmaking them worse then they seemAnger and sorrowI so commonly feelthe little bits of happinessseem falsean illusionFrom a dozen twisting emotionsto nothing at allthere is hardly any meaningin doing anything at all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/364796/ Look at thatin the mirrora girl with dark brown hairwith pale skinWho is she?Walking back and forthto school and homeand all aroundWho is she?Hiding her smilethe rare times she donewhere are her emotionsWho is that girl?hides in the shadowshard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/362598/  Push them awaythey'll only come back againthese painful memoriesthat are long since pastBut still sharp as daggersto stab when your weakstalking your each  and every stepmocking youthat it's still thereRun far and widehid in the safest placeit will find you there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/361934/ Where is the joythat I feltwhen I was I youngWhat happened to the happy daysplaying in the warm sunWhy did the laughterwithered away and diedonly to be replacedby weeds with sharp thornsThis world that I viewwas so happy and warmwhere one can learn and growand be free to wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/359891/ I hate being sick. It meant I had to be taken care of until I gotten better, which means no alone time. Since my illness is mental I doubted that I would have a few minutes alone, which meant I couldn’t talk to Devon. He talked to me; he was making the plans, while I suffered i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/356793/ Once my soulWas filled with sweetGolden lightWhen I had Angle wingsAnd flew in the warm sunPerfect as it wasFor it was too muchMy soft wingsCaught aflameAnd I started to fallDown belowIn the unknownI was confidentThat the others will seeThat I was falling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/356577/ They say when you die it's the end, but that was a law that humans made, not a law that nature made... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/356431/ Seven is a cursed number. At least, it is for me. Seven is the age when they came. Who are they? They are creatures that are real but aren't. I don't know what they are, but they're there for some unknown reason. I still remember the first day I saw one of them. I was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/356403/ Real or not real? Harmful or not harmful? How can one know for sure? People claim it's all a state of mind, but if something isn't real, then how can it harm things? How can something real stop something unreal? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/356318/  Forgive meI'm sorryBut you know it would happenYou should be fineWe've heard this so many timesEverywhere you goEvery time you hear itThis is how you goSo forgive meI'm sorryBut this blade in my handSo sharp and pureCame down upon mePretty it wasRe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/356304/ Anna feels that her life is meaningless. She wants nothing more to end her pain, and then begins to plan her death date. With the date approaching rapidly, Anna has to make up her mind quickly, if only there was someone to deiced for her. Will someone not http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bubblegumdrop/356175/