http://slow.writerscafe.org/hawksgirl15 The original writings of author Terri en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776085529 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Temporarily incomplete. I currently am having a major writers block, so I figured I might as well post what I can and give you a general plot so far to bridge the gaps between the different pieces. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/585025/             Theyoung girl started running towards the bar. Flinging herself into the air, shecaught it. She let her momentum swing her around a few times before shestopped. Standing on top of the bar, she jumped for the nearest branch of thetall tree. The F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/566589/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/565677/  “Aw. So cute. I wish we could have a pet.” I sighed, thinking about how nice it would be to have a dog to come home to play with on off days, or a kitten to cuddle with. But, I guess I’m just not lucky enough. Maybe some day Johnny will break and we could upgrade something el.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/469564/ This actually the revised the version. The original has been deleted :( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/461759/  Sad and dispairedShe scumed the city streetsThey won't notice I'm goneUntil I walk through those doorsGiving them another reason to yell Am I only a prop?A pillowTo scream atTo punchA way to keep your frustrationsAway from your favorite A maid maybeA mem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/430606/ Why does everything always begin with moving? I’ve moved nine times in my life, and every single time has only brought problems. We moved, my annoying little sister came. We moved, my parents got divorced. We moved, I became the ignored child. We moved, my step dad came. We moved, Dad got kill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/414659/ This story is spooky. 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But as time passed, people became less willing to ris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/411257/ Fiery breath,Snapping teeth, volcanic spittle;Soft underbellyRinged by living spikes,Poison tipped.Patient and relentlessAs the desert sand,Dealing hot deathIn bitter morsels-The dragon Yune. No scales, no whipping tail,Only a shining face,Beacon in battle.Tall among.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/411256/ Drualt, the laughter, Laughed at the sunOn his shield,The moon on his silver sword,The drum in his heart.Laughed at his someday deathGlimpsed from afar.Drualt, the laughter,Laughed at laughing.              &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/411255/  Step follows step.Hope follows courage.Set your face towards danger.Set your heart on victory.                   -Addie and Meryl’s favorite stanza of Drualt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/411253/ Out of a land laid wasteTo a land untamed,Monster ridden,The lad Drualt ledA ruined, ragtag band.In his arms, tenderly,He carried Bruce,The child king,First ruler of Bamarre.                  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/411250/ Excerpts from 'The Two Princesses of Bamarre', one of my favorite books from Gail Carson Levine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/411248/ Cursing life.Wondering why I put up with it.There's a reason I'm hardened,And the reason I get loud out there, Is because there's no voice in here.Why do I fight? Why do I force myself to lose?Normal people would just start drugs.Or smoking.Or drinking.But I chose .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/409676/ Part 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/398309/ Part 1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/397837/  Bewildered, I walked into the office. There, sitting by its-self, was my squad uniform. Everything standard was there, besides the badge. Stupid laws.I changed and deposited my regular clothes in my duffle that I found under the desk. John and Roy would soon be called out. I rested the str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/397136/  Johnny was rattling off information when we got there. “Rampart, we have a man, approximate age 18. Witness says that he just keeled over and seized. Hold for vital signs.”I knew my eyes were slightly narrowed, the way they always were when I was thinking hard. “Location?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/396620/ Part 3 of the Story. Part 1- http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/terri19284/395683/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/396217/ *Note: This is the continuation of my spin-off of the hit show Emergency! from the 70's. I hope you like it. Read part one at http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/terri19284/395683/.The rest of the day didn’t happen to me. It consisted of me staying in the break room watching TV while Roy and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/395871/ This is a spin-off from the 70's show Emergency. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hawksgirl15/395683/