http://slow.writerscafe.org/elizajust The original writings of author Monster ^.^ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991251 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To Andre who thinks he's not kind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1766696/ I hear the trees' whisperingWas it dread, was it hate, I'm not quite sure.Their swaying leaves're like quiveringPerhaps fear, perhaps the cold, we'll never know.Their trunks have somehow wrinkled less,No stress, or maybe they're not gaining age,The world losing its floral dress,Concrete, metal bars,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1763103/ For Marie, who was a dear friend here in Writerscafe ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1756100/ The smile you gave was fire,to my eyes that are of a fly,Attracted, or so I thought,To your trap, yes, I was caught,It was a quick one,Our stay on your lavish bed,We laughed and cried and moaned,No words but enough was said.It was a quick one,An hour and you were gone,Was I hurt? I couldn't even tel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1755953/ Eyes opened despite your soul's asleep,To usual tasks; to smile before you sweep.Is there more to life before you say monotonous?Could life favor us if we're more courteous?To count or to account, to be or be more, Are we to be stuck, a wound or a sore?You look at the mirror and ask to the pers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1755432/ Here is a story I meant to tell,for Frieda and some others as well,A story that may be understood by some,Too bad, if there are none.1 was lost, alone and sad+ 1 happened, ain't it glad?to 2, was too, both anewto start their life brand new1 times 1, they multiply,to 1 they could be simplified.2 + 1,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1250541/ Was quite bored, and I thought, hey, let's make something like this! okaaaay :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1249737/ Frieda P, remember me quoting this in one of your works? Well, I had this in a dream. Hahaha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1154393/ An ease to float beyond compareabove those who strive hardcreates an emotion,A weightlessness unmeasurable.A feeling of such,pleasurable to all or some,yet diminishing as time flies,and becomes unbearable...Touching the stars,is not as exhilarating,if to touch them...is of no effort...Weightlessness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1152791/ Which is better?To deceive or be deceived?Such undoubted illusions in our lives have been weaved...Dog eat dog world;Barks worse than bites;To decide they are metaphors,in this world, is that right?What lies have been told,black or white...Doesn't really matter,They are lies, in despite.But then, le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1151550/ She asked "how much is your love?"He says "Much more than the stars."She asked, "How long would it last?"He wrote on the box of cigars.8. it says. 8. it read.She was puzzled by such incoherency.Was this some Aztec writing?'Cause his answer can't be that bluntly!What did it mean, 8 years, 8 days?8 mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1149524/ Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,and you think you know how this goes,at thought, one would pass the less traveled,Others, to one with less woes,To tread is a choice one should make,Is quite important, if not, to most,So with a sigh, ponder... ponder...to reach the utmost.Weighing priorities; wei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1148717/ Sky toned with azureHid by the darkest of cloudsBelow such, no peace,Yet one would wish for freedom.Ray of light touches the earth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1144704/ Cinderella slapped the mermaid’s hands off the Prince’sarmor, “Don’t touch him! The Slipper fit ME; you hear that?! ME!”“I don’t have feet, like duh it’d fit me! Idiot!”“Girls,” the charming Prince tried to stop them, &l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1143690/ What if the princesses from the all-time favorites roll into one story? The Dilemma? There's only ONE prince. Who would He pick? Ariel, Cinderella or Aurora? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1143684/ When we do the same things the same way as everyone does them... do we still have our own identity? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1142792/ “Look who’s here!” the not-yet-so-familiarvoice called out. I didn’t dare look up. “It’s mister grumpy. Along with hissidekick, pen.”I sneered. What the heck was that for agreeting?“I see you’re making a story again.”&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1142157/ Everyonewas silent as we awaited the finalverdict.Thering that was once a mark of ourbeing one was stashed in my bag.Myhusband’s eyes drifted from left toright until they set unto mine.Icringed away; the look was pleading for help--and painfully.No… I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1141910/ The curse of Stray Hearts Hill... was it true all along? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1141624/ “Ilove flowers...” “Huh?” “Ilove flowers.” “Yeah,and so?” “Iwas thinking maybe I should buy some for my desk?” “And?” “Maybesome r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1141068/ 'What do you seek for in Stray Hearts Hill?' the question bugged Danny more than he expected it would. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1141063/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1141061/ We spoke of some thingsother people might not,revealing insightsothers leave to rot,After a heartfelt laugh,you looked and said,we're weird huh?And then turned red.I doubt that,I muttered in reply,and you stared intently,as if I just flied.Well, weird is when,two people collide,but this time,all we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1131764/ Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.The sound rang in her ears, the beat of her heart; but it wasn't hers--it was Jake's. A tear dropped from her eyes.She was totally against the operation. Why was her life more important than Jake's? Why did her parents agree to such a preposterous idea? Why did Jake agree i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1131551/ What do you want? Do you want more than what you have? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1131026/ I'm writing no poemabout the windows to soulsnor about eyes likenedto such metaphor.But of one that openswhen a door closes,to let in or let outyour own wishes.I'm writing not ofthe architectural designsthat open the eyes tothe beauty outside.But of the inner desireto seek the truthone that is sough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1129591/ Amy and Samantha looked terribly thesame--but the similarities stop there. If there is any set of identical twinsmore different with each other in terms of attitude, it would be them.Amy seems to have set her goal in life asthe one destroying Samantha’s. The fact that they look t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1128393/ I was born unlike any other.            I am invincible. My parents saw the first signs of thefact when I was three, not that they believed the supernatural directly. See,when they weren’t looking, I got hold o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1128385/ Time flows so quickly,It flies unnoticed,When I pause and think back,I wonder how long it's been.When we laugh together,when we cry together...that time felt eternity,but when was that again?I wait in a long line,I wait for the dish to be served...But now when I think back,did I get annoyed waiting?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1127322/ There was this time I only held,a book for things to write.And there I stayed, so calm and thoughtof things that gave some light.I stayed below the giant tree,that shaded from the sun,Oh how I thank that big old wood,that made it all so fun.But one hot day, I was so shocked,a stump is what I saw.Wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1124549/ One always wishes for the bright day,always the light that comes after,but what of the time we rest our heads?A sweet silence, where nothing is, even laughter.It's the span where we meet lifeless fireflies,that blink well along with an opal gem,The time when men ought to commit no sin,For they shoul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1124540/ Why do we stop playing?It's because we grow old.No more toy cars, nor dollsnor bedtime stories told.But what irony in life!No people on the same page!The aged wish youth,while the children wish age,Time is too quick! It's faster than a run,What you have now, Soon might be gone.If it's only underst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1124513/ That day had been apretty busy one so that when Josie came home, the comforts of her bed is whatshe had sought for. So, there she was, fast asleep.It was a verypeaceful night, not a very usual thing in the community. Usually, the neighborshold parties down the block, with speakers full, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1123172/ After breaking up with her Boyfriend, bad things started happening around Josie... why is this so...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1123170/ The love of your life is so near... yet so far! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1122034/ Everything is because they are... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizajust/1121500/ What would happen in the future? Flying spaceships? Strict Government? 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