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		<description>The original writings of author BreezyButterflies</description>
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			<title>Is This Goodbye, Then?</title>
			<description>*******hello.i said goodbye now.but I still want to see youI want to just..hug you one last time..or just&amp;nbsp;touch your fingers..but&amp;nbsp;our goodbye was none of that.and it&amp;rsquo;s not mine or your &amp;lsquo;fault&amp;rsquo;i just think that maybe I miss you?&amp;nbsp;you and i both kn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/440524/</link>
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			<title>It's Not That Hard To Remember</title>
			<description>*******&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;i guess it's safe to sayyou're never coming back.and i understandwhy you wouldn't want to.&amp;nbsp;i guess it's up to me to find a way to get to you.and i can't see you getting used to&amp;nbsp;living in the midst of your perfectionand i'm so losthow can you tru..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/440522/</link>
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			<title>You Make Me So Angry- A Short Chapter</title>
			<description>*******&amp;nbsp;hello boy.i don't ever want to ever talk to you again.and call me third-grade, but i don't care.&amp;nbsp;that hurt too much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i started talking to my best friend again.and she told me she was with deven at his house, with youand you said things about me.&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/440520/</link>
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			<title>Things That Shouldn't Have Mattered- A Short Chapter</title>
			<description>********wow.heard she had her baby.afraid to call you.afraid to lose it again.afraid of love.afraid of anger.&amp;nbsp;kevin is leaving.i don't want him to.he's a really good guy.i wish you got to know him,you two would get along.&amp;nbsp;i wrote you a note one time,&amp;quot;you ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/440519/</link>
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			<title>I Can Remember How Great You Are- The Next Day</title>
			<description>*******&amp;nbsp;why can't &amp;nbsp;i have that time agian?when it was all just soamazing.and comfortable.&amp;nbsp;back when it didn't matter nothing mattered.destinydidn't.&amp;nbsp;back whenyou could show upat any time of the day.&amp;nbsp;back wheni thought you died,th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/440517/</link>
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			<title>Reminisce Our Yesterdays- A Couple Days Later</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;*******&amp;nbsp;ha.i talked to you,what was it?yesterday?&amp;nbsp;and you have that same attitude.the one where i'm being really niceand not mean or sarcasticand you'relike a a block of ice.&amp;nbsp;i'm sorry she blew you off.again.&amp;nbsp;i didn't lie when i told yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/440512/</link>
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			<title>Meeting Up With You Again- Some Amount of Days Later</title>
			<description>******&amp;nbsp;well, boy.&amp;nbsp;you're being difficult again.that's just so typical.because i said no again.&amp;nbsp;i did.oh cry me one.i always say no.don't you know that by now?&amp;nbsp;you can't just askyour stupid question you ask every single timeand expect me to be all..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/440509/</link>
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			<title>The Beginning- Day One</title>
			<description>Sometimes, &amp;nbsp;I scare myself.&amp;nbsp;It's like I don't feel anything.and not feeling has started to scare me.&amp;nbsp;I'm numb and I don't know why.&amp;nbsp;There was a point today when I thought I found myself again.I had a spark of feeling.then it was gone.&amp;nbsp;and I'm scared..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/440507/</link>
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			<title>Cruz Dean Hord</title>
			<description>it's like my diary of moods.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/440503/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;hellip; of course you fell for the cheerleader. &amp;nbsp;it would only make sense&amp;hellip; and, yeah, I&amp;rsquo;m dating your friend,that too, only makes sense.But when you held me in that way, I can only help but whisper the words&amp;ldquo;best friends.&amp;rdquo;And then, when I called you jus..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/403432/</link>
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			<title>Forgotten Sympathy</title>
			<description>want to finish this one XP</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/403431/</link>
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			<title>For Dylan</title>
			<description>The Bus RideThe dirt brown bus pulls up to the sidewalk bench. Routinely, it picks up a young woman that sits by herself every day at 2:00, and waits for the bus. Today, as it lurches forward, the driver looks over her shoulder to catch a glance at her lone passenger. not noticing the pedestiran w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/390391/</link>
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			<title>Intro</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Maria, I'm taking Amy to the party,&amp;quot; I said, gathering up my purse and keys, &amp;quot;I'll be back in about a half-hour, call me if anything happens.&amp;quot;The maid just nodded and stirred the dinner on the stove.&amp;quot;Ready Amy?&amp;quot; I asked my eleven-year-old daughter, who was sitt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/390390/</link>
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			<title>Otis</title>
			<description>MY VERSION</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/390389/</link>
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			<title>Aaron Ellis</title>
			<description>blah at the memories.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/390387/</link>
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			<title>Intro</title>
			<description>yeah. originally i wrote ALL of this out, but then my computer CRASHED and i screamed. hard work lost.
so i'll be putting a little at a time now. Thank you for the lesson! XP</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/390371/</link>
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			<title>One Friday that Meant Nothing</title>
			<description>Something I wrote for my English class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baldie/390368/</link>
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			<title>Spineless</title>
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