http://slow.writerscafe.org/Chante The original writings of author Chante en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1778678033 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Like a parachute, you saidyou’d catch me when I fell.“Never mind the plummet, it’s all part of the fun.”But when your distractionsproved to be like holes;tatters in an otherwise perfect fabricI panicked.And suddenly that plummetwasn’t as fun as one would hope. And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chante/511720/ “Blow my brains out”Is a sentence strange of soundWhen muttered by children.Sweet angelic worship To the God they love so much.And before them weCrumbleTo nothing. And nothing.And take me somewhereFor a secondWhere that is all I feel.Because nothingDoesn’t offerBut at leastIt can&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chante/509727/    Like it or not we’re gonna find you, eat you up. Sad truth doesn’t make it any less true. Let’s dance. Dance your heart out till you’re bleeding and lost. Can’t seem to make it stick. Stick to your skin like scabs. Peel them off lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chante/477257/ I did not taste of deadly fruit;Each grape to grace my lips was sweet,As was each ripened berry.So why do brambles scratch my feet?Why must this wheat I carry?  Was it my mother’s fault of pride? Or maybe hers of murder? Were there sins brewed in her chest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chante/396944/ Remember when I told youI would explain everything?Well the sun got caught in my eyesAnd it was far too bright to make clear in words.Then the shadows licked my skinAnd it was far too sweet to speak of.And when exhaustion Finally gripped my corpseI was far too calmTo care. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chante/396375/ I often write notes to myself on a daily basis; sentences that catch my fancy, ironic statements, the like. Well today I was working away on my computer when I had an overwhelming urge to write one of said notes; however, being too lazy to trudge to the o http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chante/392570/             It was as if I could never hold her tight enough. Like I could use all the physical strength at my disposal and she would still be at high risk of just slipping away. With her, the tighter I held, the less secure I felt. She was the eggshell swimming in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chante/385510/  “Get out.” He doesn’t seem to understand. I reach into my pocket and pull out a semi automatic. His hands take to the air in a wild spasm. I love his eyes; they make me feel alive. “Get out.” He lowers a hand and fumbles for the handle, eyes never leaving mine. He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chante/364857/