http://slow.writerscafe.org/ioulianna The original writings of author Adessa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775296544 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My alarm went off at six in the morning that friday. I was unhappy about it, but rose dutifully. I always arrived early at school in order to escape my father's morning moods. He was not a morning person. Normally, I was the only one in the school for the first thirty minutes, aside from the staff... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/649097/ Rowan Greeve watches the new neightbours move in and thinks they're seemingly average. She couldn't be more wrong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/591945/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/591938/ This is strictly plot work for a novel I'm working on. But it is an original, and I reserve all rights to characters and plots. STAY AWAY FROM MY STUFF. (By the way, stuff is actually in the dictionary. So there.)Characters;Vaughn Laine Selia is an outwardly callous young.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/463792/               The inside of the shack-like house was the same as when I left. Somehow, that surprised me. I didn't expect it to look any different. Maybe I expected it to feel different, like the city had after hearing ... everyth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/440667/    One time,At Band camp,I met a lot of strangers. And strangers they were.Some didn't even live in my country.But there's something special about band camp.Or just that year.It was really only three weeks,But by the end,I didn't know any strangers.You have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/435501/ So this was a short skit I wrote for Musical Theatre auditions. It is Alice in Wonderland based, yes. And the speaker is sort of a mix of the White Rabbit and the Hatter. .. Or perhaps simply the Mad Hatter making a pretty little speech inspired by the Ra http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/429516/                I was very disoriented when I woke again. I wasn’t lying in bed, or even on the floor of Miss Oris’s office. I was curled across the backseat of a car, my head in someone’s warm lap and wrapped i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/428112/ Alderliefest, my nightly love,Enveloped in the cotton of velvet blues,Gentle lights and songs of silence.Brilliance so grand in thy modesty,I lull and cesse my stresses for this nightly love.To me, it sings and paints,most splendorous a dance,the humble hopes and sorrow of songs forlor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/425281/ Fan-fic of the two original characters in a long running, long dead RP. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/423581/ For the same english assignment as "Never Was, So Plain". The teacher actually kept mine several weeks after to make copies for examples. ^_^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/416957/ An Autobiographical poem (*thinking of try to publish it*) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/416956/ Automobile pine air fresheners; I've always hated them. And now, sitting in this hot vehicle, I realized that I don't hate them. I loathe them. What I hate in the absence of automobile pine air fresheners, are strangers. If it hadn't been for strangers, I wouldn't be in this stupid, bloody, terrifyi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/409673/ Adena Revair never had a normal life. Her workaholic, heartless mother. Her cheating, morally bankrupt father. Her sociopath mother killing her apathetic father. Not to mention a mental disorder. Could things get worse? Stupid question. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ioulianna/409672/