http://slow.writerscafe.org/RosalieAllen The original writings of author RosalieAllen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776137610 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Building Bonds I awoke feeling refreshed and relaxed, I opened my eyes slowly. I didn't recognise the place, I shook my head to clear my sleep fuddled brain and make sense of where I was. I froze remembering all that had happened and that I was not in my little cottage. I jumped up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RosalieAllen/390552/  An Evil Creation As I lay on the blood soaked floor, I considered ending my life, but I quickly realised that I would not be able to do that. My thoughts became full of vengeful, sadistic thoughts. I remembered the faces of all that had come to my house, they would be painful deat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RosalieAllen/388602/  Nightmares I jolted awake suddenly, remembering the previous nights horror, and certain that I should be dead. 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