http://slow.writerscafe.org/Moonripple The original writings of author Heart Of The Shattered en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215497 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Let’sstate the facts.I have astep father, a mother, and a half brother.I feel like I’m going to suffocate.I don’tknow what to do. Ihave a family that loves me.Then thereare you.The manI know barely anything about.You werenever there.Who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moonripple/1208401/ 1) Blossoms in the Spring.2) Lines from my favorite poem.3) Light in a fire.4) The little things. (Cliche I know but get use to it)5) Cats. (Just don't even ask)6) Being right. (Who doesn't love that feeling of accomplishment?)7) Nicknames. (I'm known as the 'Queen Of Cats' and Ky-Ky.)8) Walks with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moonripple/1183778/ The hour which the sun is red, And some animals go to bed.When the clouds are pink,And then the sky is swallowed in ink.The bonny owl hoots its call,The city is covered in a grey shawl.But the black dog lets out a long rueful howl.The stars tonight I cannot see. These city lights are bright, all I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moonripple/1183771/ Lift me up to the clouds and listen to my lullabyBut don't let me go, because I don't want to flyTime has a way of catching up to youBetter not let go and try to rush intoSo hold on and don't go so fastYou never know how long it's gonna lastHear my words, hear my songTry not to think of what could g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moonripple/1158827/ I can't explain the feelingIt's like when you see a beautiful sunsetOr the smell of a Spice RoseI don't know how to describe itOnly that it's the most wonderful thing in the wordI don't have it anymore thoughThe feeling of loveI lost it and I don't know if I'm ever going to feel it againBut I have h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moonripple/1137066/ I don't know what to sayI don't know if it'll fly awayThe sun beams down it's bright lightTo shine out the frowning nightTime freezes and I seeDazzling beadsOf water flying in the skySo small it is I don't want to say goodbyeAnd for my broken heart I mendWith the satisfaction of not seeing the end.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moonripple/1133967/     I’m walking the streetsof New York and I think it’s a Sunday. I can hear paw steps of eithernearby dogs or some Beasts looking for me. It’s around noon and I’m officiallyfreaking out in my mind. Just a few days ago a couple of Beasts followed me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moonripple/1133891/ Isabella finds out a part of her destiny which will lead her to save her future and the family she left behind. The beginning of a prophecy and maybe a whole new life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moonripple/1108654/ Isabella comes from the future; forty years to be specific and has a hard path to deal with including a prophecy, a lover, and a death wish which might be the only way to save the ones she loves most. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moonripple/1108644/