http://slow.writerscafe.org/alyssascribblz The original writings of author Alyssa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004812 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fallen through the skin thin barer The black stained hands reach in allureGrasping my ivory dress they pull me Seems I’ve gone under Holding onto the bird of preyIt’s black feathers lace the light of dayA rifle strapped upo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/845743/ All is still and silent outside the stone palaceNothing heard but the muffled music and happy chatter within the stone structureShe stands there outside the doorOnly a battered wooden shield of armor held tightly in her graspShe must protect the castle, and every fragile soul insideThey .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/679134/ You walked on this earthPure, shy, and wise beyond your yearsNever designed to live in fameYou did it for the passionNever feeling anything was completed,Having no regrets You loved with an aura around youAdored your daughter above all elseShe has you’re nose, you&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/677280/ I can feel the cool wind,It is tingling through every fingerLooking up through the mysterious night sky,I hear my active ancestors chant. I can read their stories from the starsTheir dances cast a shadow along our moon,And their love makes it shine like the sun. At midnig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/664444/ Chapter 13: The Walking Secret               Luckily, I didn’t fall over. I landed on the balls of my feet and had placed all my weight against Cody. I had my hands instinctively presse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/655549/ MY ESSAY PROMPT: Describe a character in fiction, a historical figure, or a creative work (as in art, music, science, etc.) that has had an influence on you, and explain that influence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/628177/ It was like our cue, we had to get out of here; out of the trouble, and into the deep night. All of us leaped into the bushes, I could feel the sharp teeth of swamp creatures biting at my skin, and soon discovered that the brush we dove into so abruptly was full of them. But we kept running anyway. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/625076/ Click; done. I can’t believe I’ve done this. This is going to be rotten torture once someone accepts the offer. If I didn’t need a roommate so much and actually got paid well I wouldn’t need to be doing any of this. But the landlord has already warned me. So I put an ad out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/611858/ Chapter 12: Let‘s give a warm welcome, to Miss. Prissy Paws  I whirled myself around to where the voice had came from.             A mere five feet away from where I stood, were a pair of grubby, dainty feet. I lift.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/498674/ Decade to decade, our world changes.Today a lot of us see nothing but a computer screen, the inside of our cell phones.Whereas we used to see what was real, what was around ourselves.The trees, how beautiful it is when the sun peaks through its leaves on a sunny day.The river, how the little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/492833/ Chapter 11: First SightWalking into the kitchen the next morning, I found that I wasn’t welcomed the usual happy breakfast, but that I was grounded, for a week. My dad said not making me meals was part of my punishment. But hey I could survive. I can make cereal… or toast.  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/483118/   Chapter 10: Numb on the Pavement  “Damn.” George grumbled. I saw his lightly lit body get up from the chair at the table, and walk towards the hall.            My eyes still adjusting to the lighting, I look do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/482996/ Shut it out.It’s just a stupid word to set you off.To haunt you in your dreams,So that it is all you see. Just walk away.Why are you there in the first place?They don’t listen to a word you say.They want your face red,Have it aching.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/442300/ Chapter 9: The Dirt I woke up to the loud obnoxious sound of the lawn mower the next morning; it was as clear as day coming through the only small window in my room.Without yet opening my eyes, I stretched out my arms and legs to see if June w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/442264/ Chapter 8: "I'm Not Like Other Guys."   The air conditioning in the car was beginning to give me Goosebumps as we caught the view of the lit up carnival lights. My dad parallel parked onto the side of the sidewalk, and we all jumped out. My mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/433646/ Chapter 7: My Inner Genius  The whole rest of the canoe ride we said no words about what just happened. I was very shy about even mentioning it or bringing it up and I knew Cody feel the same way. I was wondering what was going through his head, and if it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/426295/ Chapter 6: Perfectly, perfectly, perfect, perfect, perfect.     I stood there against the wall with the phone on my ear, waiting for someone to answer. When I finally heard to my s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/418767/ The hot sun was blazing on my sweaty bare back as I was hammering and ripping off the shingles on the roof with my two co-workers, also known as my best friends since high school. 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I saw Dad and Junee sitting down at the table with half their food already eaten; I heard the clatt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/394068/  Chapter 3: Cody  It was coming after me again. He was slyly approaching; I could feel him coming closer.             I was sitting in this small house, scared and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/394066/   Chapter 2: Three Little Pigs   Once we reached home, we prepared for our mountain hike. I got changed into my hiking boots, and put on a red baseball cap, putting my hair up in a high ponytail. June put some sneakers on as I helped pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssascribblz/394060/  Chapter 1: We're Back "Desiree.” The husky voice was so soft, it sounded like chimes in a meager breeze, just enough to wake me. 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