http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cookiez1810 The original writings of author Anelec L'lehcor H'Tims en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106078 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is bravery? Does it mean having the courage to do what others wouldn’t?Taking on jobs that others couldn’t?Is it putting on a game face in front of danger?Is it saving the baby from the treetop in the manger?I’ve heard it has something to do with courag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/804632/ I’m fat. I’m ugly. I’m soundesirableAnd yet there’s this thought thatin my heartThere is gold and metalBut it’s hot and it burns.So beware of its fire.Believe in the gold for it showsitself sometimes.Quite often, too.But what if you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/804629/ moonlit walks, candle light dinners.a romantic romance.a stroll down a country lane. hand in hand. bundled against the hard brisk air. the smallest talk as to keep the wind from stealing our words.we walk. step               &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/804623/ Take my hand and lead me.Pull me through. Guide me over hills, Through the valley, By the river side, And along the ocean.   Take my hand and guide me. Pull me through and lead me on. Stand beside me, behind me, In front of me, and above me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/804617/ The candles stayed lit. There were so many, the scent was heavy in the room. The light from the flames made millions of rainbows because of the reflection through the crystal knickknacks. They shimmered and flickered like mini fires. The eyes of the figurines were shining with the emotions o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/804609/ She crept along the dark street, trying to hide in the shadows. The cold was biting and the wind was brisk. She fought hard to keep her jacket closed. She hit a familiar corner, sniffed a familiar shelf. She knew she was where she was summoned.“You’re here,” said a voice .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/804606/ I saw her in Macy’s with a pair of Ray-Bans.She was at the Mac Counter.She thought that no one noticed. She came to work with heavy makeup and long sleeves.She thought no one noticed. She winced when she ate and shivered when someone touched her.She thought no one noticed. When .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/804604/ School girl crushesLittle crushes, big crushesBoy crushes, girl crushesLight laughter; coveredHidden looks, locked awayFlutters of the heartCrushesBig girl crushes, big boy crushes CrushesCrushesCrushes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/804597/ She walked in the house. She hadn’tbeen there in about ten years. She didn’t feel to visit was a necessity. Shethought the occasional thought, maybe even a call, would be fine. People alwayssaid it would be like this. But she never thought this could really happen. Ithad been.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/804596/ My outlook on life? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/581582/ hmm...just a poem. not a favorite but so?..Written around 2007-2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/581564/ Prose type something idk.. i just wrote it..and this is what it looks like http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/581560/ ..poem? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/485535/ This is a poem i did for a poetry contest based on a picture. This poem is based off of Don Cooper, Extreme Southeast Georgia, 1990. Morris Museum of Art, Augusta, Georgia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cookiez1810/373077/