http://slow.writerscafe.org/Deej The original writings of author Deej en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229373 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15        When I was nine years old, I was afraid of the dark. Horrifying things lurk there and they freeze you in the blackness of your bedroom and everyone, under the age of twelve, knows this.       It also goes without saying that Monster.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deej/412347/  I crash onto you.Over and over. Seeping into your sand, leaving you shimmering in the sun.Shining, then fading.The curl and lip, the good touch.We are wet again.I crash onto you.Over and over. Begging to become one; eternal motion.Succumbing only to you, each time I fall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deej/405764/       I saw someone get killed once. It was two days before my seventeenth birthday, and a day after my first French kiss with Samantha Parker.  Funny how, years later, things like that stick out--like the little knobs on old potatoes that sit too long in the dark... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deej/405366/