http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bec_Teri The original writings of author Bec en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015434 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It makes me wonder,Every time I hear the thunderIn my mind sound againWhy I let you drive me insaneYet again I museUpon the years of abuseI curse you out in more ways then oneAnd cry for you until morning comeFrom an early age you taught me mistrustNow the painful result could make.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/377095/ The burning light represents the 'white light' that people say you see when you pass on, where as the darkness is life as we know it. Written this year for my grandma who died in 1996. I was only 6 at the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/376686/  My little run-in with the wolves used up most of my night-time, so my original plans for that night would have to wait until midnight the next night. For now I had to make it to my apartment with out being seen by prying eyes, before the sun rose. As soon as that orb crested the horizon I&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/376213/  Tears, idle tears, I know not what they meanThey arise from my eyes with little warningBurning my cheeks as they leave wet streaksCursing my smile into mourning You ask me what is wrongWhy I could be cryingI could not decipher their meaningOnly my soul seems to be dying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/375915/ Apparently I was very wrong about just who had posted my bail… It was supposed to have been Rocko, however it was Spike who posted for my bail. Not sure why and neither was Greg, Finningan however, knew more then he was telling. As usual.“Wait, your not even going to tell me why?&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/374157/ Sleeping on a bench in a holding cell is not an easy thing to do, sure I could have walked all of two feet over to the cot, but I could smell the mattress from where I was. I think Linda might have thrown up on it, or at least I hope it was Linda…Anyway, that idiot thug named Mike in the ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/374156/ Back at my house I unlocked my door… and Pollux dropped from the door frame on to my head. “Damn it Pollux! I said I’d be back in a few hours!” I yelled at him as I struggled to get up off the floor.“Rae I told you to get a lock for his cage…” Rocko said.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/374154/ Before I would tell Greg anything else about the L.B., I insisted that we try to contact my brother. I had to know if he was still alive… I really would like to have some family members left in this world, and other then an uncle on my dad’s side that I’ve never met, Rocko’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/374150/ Well it didn’t take long for me to get used to Greg being around, of course the whole Werewolf thing was kind of awkward. The week after my first and hopefully last ball, was the full moon. Greg actually turned three days before it was full, and stayed a Wolf for three days after, so I was stu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/374149/ What happened the day after that damned ball that I spent a total of ten minutes at, shouldn't have come as a surprise to me. Dear old Uncle Drac s**t a brick and then put me under house arrest. Actually he got a Mage to put me under house arrest. Which meant that I couldn't leave my house, literall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/374148/ "Rae, hurry up! He expects us there in an hour!" My idiot brother hollered down to me. It's the night of that stupid ball and where am I? Feeding my snake enough that he won't try to follow me out of the house."I'll not go any faster then I am!" I shouted back up the stairs, &q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/374146/ “Ravenna, have you found your escort yet?” My uncle asked me two days before the cursed ball. Go figure that Vampyres would hold a ball on a Sunday.“Rocko’s gonna take me.” I replied as I carefully stacked crates of my guns outside of my newly inherited house.“H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/374143/  It was a dark day.A day of sorrow, pity, pain, and thunderstorms.At least it should have been...I don’t know why my father’s ‘Funeral’ was scheduled for a Wednesday, very odd to have it on a Wednesday, but his adoring fans insisted that I give him the send off h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/374138/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/374136/ A very short, short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/373824/ Leave it to a bunch of dogs to underestimate me again. Figures. I thought as I ran and jumped from roof to roof. I had to leave this part of town fast; it wouldn’t take long for the wolves to snap out of their shock and take after me. God they could smell it on me? I knew what h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/373723/ Faster, faster, I have to run faster, damned wolves being able to change at will so long as the moon was full! I always have to wait for midnight, it isn’t fair! There’s still three hours before magick hour! ... I thought bitterly to my self as I ran through the deserted city streets. A .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/373718/ Aleca Moonchild is a Cat Burglar, in the most literal sense of the words. She is a Werecat who enjoys a nice evening of looting peoples empty houses for any valuables that they might have foolishly left out for her to find. Her life isn't perfect but it w http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bec_Teri/373716/