http://slow.writerscafe.org/kstewart012 The original writings of author LivingHope. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040078 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ranger's head moved to the beat of the song playing in the club. The techno sound mixed with hit radio songs, a mix that Ranger had recorded earlier in the day. Her long bleached blonde hair was cut in a severe and straight line across the middle of her back, and her bangs right above her eyes. Peop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/413495/ You don't deserve a second chance, But I'm willing to try.  I'm being civil, and remembering the fun we used to have.  It's awkward at times, to joke around, as if nothing ever happened.  You're hap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/413399/ You said Hello After a long goodbye; Oblivious to the time.  My mended heart, now fractured again, is bleeding old tears.  Gone is the urge to remain calm; Falling to pieces again. Those words of mine&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/413396/ Story of how I stopped talking to my closest friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/408292/ A little description of my personality and my outlook on things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/408215/ Adriel was surprised that the party wasn't going on as long as most on a Friday night. Her brother, Dawson, was home from college for the weekend. He was a sophomore at Dartmouth, majoring in English and Literature.  It wasn’t like the parties that Adriel went to on occasion with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/406262/ Adriel learns that hardships come in threes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/406258/ Finally Home- MercyMe Shattered (Turn the Car Around)- O.A.R Call My Name- Third Day Bleeding Love- Leona Lewis http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/406244/ the songs that inspired me to write it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/406241/            My name is Raymie Lugosi. I am 15 years old and I am in the tenth grade. My mother died four years ago in the bombing of the World Trade Centers. This is the story of how I also lost my father.       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/403529/ "Get it out! I don't want it in here!" a woman's voice screeched. It was harsh and painful to listen to as she continued screaming. She came at me, brandishing a large knife. I side-stepped out of her path, and veiled her in a blue cloak of magic. The cook froze instantly, the knife wavering above h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/403253/ “Get it out! I don’t want it in here!” a woman’s voice screeched. It was harsh and painful to listen to as she continued screaming. She came at me, brandishing a large knife. I side-stepped out of her path, and veiled her in a blue cloak of magic. The cook froze instantly, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/403252/  I was born a girl of exile. My mother had died in child birth to my twin brother, leaving the two of us with our father and three older sisters. As a child, I was unruly, wild, and a trouble maker. But it didn't matter, because my father would never be called back to society to fulfill his d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/403251/ A Necromancer returns from exile, and stirs up trouble, only to find out that she is the only hope that her new kingdom has of surviving. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/403248/ A poem I wrote for my Communication Arts class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/403220/ This is for my NEHS application! Reviews needed! *Inspired by the song Come Save by Sarah Reeves* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kstewart012/403205/