http://slow.writerscafe.org/brittneymarie The original writings of author brittneymarie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990594 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Laying underneath the snow only brought back memories, that I didn’t want to ever encounter again. I've always liked being outside in the snow, that is until the accident happened. I watched as the snowflakes collected on me, making their way over every inch of my body and I became misera.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/987175/ Being "unpopular" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/958890/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/702606/ You've let go and so have Iwatching your soul die a little inside We learned what we wantedand ignored what we hated  But little did we know hatred was keeping our peace locked We should have paid attention more to lifebecause in the end none deserves a perfect lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/570160/ Can you see me behind those tired eyes?Or how about hear me, though your ears are tied I hide behind my tombstone watching your troublesomed criesBut you can't see me although I wish you can realize  there is no reason to cry I told you I would always be here when you need.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/567821/ This is just an introduction I wrote for my story, I just want to see what you think of it. Again I am still working on my grammar and spelling, thank you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/537473/ The memories scar them, facing their souls everydayThey wish to go home to see freedom againbut they know they must fight to see this freedom  Some understand the difficulty of eachothers honorwhile some sit home and blame eachother for what is happening These men are strong .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/505547/      A small ball rose from the sky wrapped in colors of orange and yellow. Clouds were intertwined with ball as we call the sun. The wind blew steadily wakening my tired soul and the grass in the tiny meadow danced along with the wind.      I lay here in my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/442517/ Can you handle it?The war of the dead Seeing those skeletonsracing for your soul within Your heart pumping fastyour eyes forced open Looking at those boney figureshidden in the depths of the dark You try running, dodging the treesbut you stop when you se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/441713/ I could see the blood rushing to my veinsas disturbing thoughts began to fill in my brain A creature so unreal and so undefined          looks as if its going die It may bring me with himthat I will not knowbut time wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/426161/ Is this faith? My long lasting journey of unforgettable memories with my love. Or is this another horrific nightmare? Eating at my soul, quietly sneaking up for the climax of my hasty goosebumps. I tranced my own mind, forcing it to believe it was faith and nothing more.__________________&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/412777/ For the first time in my lifeI felt the devil crawl deep inside Gnawing through my skin to changethe person that I know I am Sickening thoughts flew sneakily around my headPeople dancing wildly in and out with masksthrough my god forsaken scared mind Dancing in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/403258/ Do you ever feel like you don’t belong in this extraordinary world we call home? I feel like this almost every day of my life. My name is Brielle Laken. Brown hair, green eyes, somewhat tall, blah, blah, and skinny. A typical girl I guess you can say. Nothing really goes down in my life that y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/399123/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/399121/ Something different I guess. I hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/397133/ Something different. I have no idea why I wrote this, it just came into thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/396713/ In my soul, lies a secret that can not be told. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/394100/ Congrats to my soul for my never ending lifeCongrats to my soul for sticking with me through every fight My soul is my protection for my body's castand as always it will forever seem to last It can't hurt me the way other souls do, because in the end everything it know's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/394071/ Very random, But I was just thinking of little games I use to play and I kind of twisted it around into what "I spy" in people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/393596/ Bewildering DreamsEscape through my mind each and everyday The thoughs of being aloneand the thoughts of being someone Are yet to be found in the person I want to be Can I be someone that will risk my lifefor someone else? Or will I be afraid and alone to fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/393443/ Darkness ran through his eyesWandering whispers filled through my ears Telling me to kill him, but why?How can I possibly do this to someone I loved Is this what he wanted?Or is this something someone else wants "kill him, hurry" The whispers begged greedil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/393023/ Why do I wish for the best?When I always get the worst Why do i cry?When I should be happy Why do I feel so terrible?When I should be glad Why am I so shallow?When I should be confident Why do i wish for death?When I only have one life to live W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/385546/ Who I amIs this what you ask?Well my name is Brittney and forever it will lastI entered this world in 1992 and this my friend is very trueI am myself, no one else can compareto the glorious creativity I want to shareI am a dancer, a writer, a poet of the artsand with the knowledge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/384262/ Who am I in this world?Will I ever find out?or may I sit here alone to figure it outCan I dream of who I want to be?Or do I have to be a clone of someone else?I would rather create myself, but hey I still have yet to find outIs there any chance that I will be someone worth fighting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/384038/ My highschool years were fun you can sayAll the friends, all the loves, but mostimportantly all the memoriesBefore the memories, the laughs,and the crushesI remember the fights, the backstabbing,and all that comes with itFreshmen year was the bestThen it gradually turned into a messI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/384006/ It comes from the heartLove and desire but there's more that meets the eyePerhaps lust, gluttony, greed, laziness?or maybe wrath, envy, and prideWhich one would you maybe consider?Lust, to desire and needHow about gluttony, excess in eating and drinking,or maybe you li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/383988/ The unforgiving lifeis the only part of me I knowAll that I have lostis surrounding me slowlyIt won’t let me bring the things I want insidebut it insure’s to bring everything back that I hateIs there any hope in life?How about any chances?Will god ever forgive meand let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brittneymarie/383575/      Blinded Sight Laying underneath the snow only brought back memories that I didn’t want to ever encounter again. 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