http://slow.writerscafe.org/rebelangel The original writings of author Rebel_angel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006826 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fall . . . . . . . . . . . ... . . .. . . . I will catch you.Cry. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I will stop the tears.Fial. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I will help you succeed.Don't give up and I will always be there.Silent but helpfull Your personal Guardian Angel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/451276/ A Short written back and forth by Me and Jade! No discussion we just wrote a paragraph each. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/436733/ A short summery of how it feels to be the sister of an anorexic and how i have changed so much with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/426448/ How can you call yourself a dad?When you threaten me.When you begrudge paying the minimal money you pay my mum for me.When you yell at me and call me a selfish cow.When every time I think you are changing and you deserve a father’s day gift.You change and make me cry.Tell me I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/423323/ Rebel angelWalking and waitingRebel angel hides in the darkFloating though lifeWaiting for himRebel angel watchesPretends to smileAnd laughs when it is neededRebel angel.Not a beauty but unique.Rebel angel, Waits silently,She is not good, nor bad,She is not loud, nor quite,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/417660/ Grr! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/416827/ Scarlet knew who he was before she even looked. His voice never changed, strong yet strangely gentle. And he was the only person who ever called her by her full name, her was the only person allowed. Scarlet tilted her head to where the voice came from. And there he was, stood on a branch in the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/413395/ Something I have alway yearned for but now I have it I don't want it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/411931/ There are two sides to every story,Yet each side is different.There are two heart in one relationship, Yet each beats different.There are tow sides to one coin, Both are different,No two are the same.But each two make up one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/411927/ To all those amazing friends out there, a promise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/411925/ What is love? Is it the passion inside of us?Isn't that loss?Is it the feeling we crave but never really have?Is it something we say to make make us feel human?Or is it somthing we say to make us feel whole?What is love? What is loss?How can you have known loss b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/410752/ The minutes ticked by. Scarlet lay listening to the sound of each foxes moment, each scuttle of a mouse, each hoot from an owl, every noise. She gazed at every star and each crater on the moon. Relaxed and waiting. It was 12.30 exactly when she heard his footsteps thudding along the other side of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/410719/ The full moon was low in the night sky. Thousands of stars gently sparkled above. A perfect night, and in through Scarlet’s eyes it was even better. She saw every small detail around her. How the old wooden house on the edge of the road slanted in and out at every new piece of wood. How an ant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/410682/ Scarlet stood staring at her reflection. Her midnight black hair flowing past her shoulders. She stared at the curves in her body. The perfect body stood staring back at her. She looked just like her mother used to look. Beautiful. Her penetrating green eyes, glistening. The eyes of a killer. Scar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/409930/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/409928/ Sitting alone,Dreaming.Of what could have been, Not what was.Lossing myself in a world i only wish i was apart of.Drifting through life,Only ever dreaming.No reality.Day dreamer, night dreamer, life dreamer.Thats me!  Dreaming of love and hate,Dispare and passion.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/409899/ My Dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/409896/ Your embrace, it's heaven but heaven only seems to exist in my dreams. (Unfortunately) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/406125/ Stuck. Trapped.They will never let me out.The walls close in,Blood runs thin,As they watch my slow death. WHITE FLAG!Surrender! Let me out!Can't you see?Please let me free. They watch. Eye's become black,I'm stuck in a trap,face becomes white My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/406122/ Who is the real me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/405734/ Would you rather be loved or liked? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/405358/ Renesmee sneaks out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/401361/ I was board and thought of a story it's not finished, (no were near) but i just wanted to know what you think. It's the start of a story about a girl who looses her love and thinks she is going crazy when his ghost comes back. this is just the beginning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rebelangel/400899/