http://slow.writerscafe.org/deaths The original writings of author deaths calling en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011664 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 are constant and true but useless in reality but they still flow they still run they are still here why tears why are you here there is no room for you ....yet you remain why do you decide to strike me you are useless go away and depress me no further i can do that just fine on my own  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1237659/ what will you do will you run and hide or will u stand up and say im ready most of us cant come face to face with death because their scared but why because when you hide your only prolonging the inebitable, you cant hide forever he will come and he will find you so why be scared when you can rise a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1224694/ ya know, its that feeling at night when everyone is asleep u know what time it is its killing time the time for beautiful blood shed, but you sit and deny that blade its blood you starve it, you fight it but you fight a losing battle the urge will win and you will submit to that blade and give it it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1198750/ with new lies new traps but something so different i wont fall for them shes tricked me 6 times and all those times she gave bs reasons, for that i say no more, no more lies no more traps im prepared she will never catch me again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1173040/ Die slowlyEat your heartCounting the bodysAdding moreYour soul is mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1169287/ i told her i would never leave, said that i would always be their no matter what that was 11 to 12 weeks ago i left after she left me so now i have decided to let it go and do the best i can to be at peace with my descision and i only have 2 words for her, im sorry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1162366/ some fun some not some idiots some want to let you in just so you can choose to hurt them or love them some push you away when all you want to do is help some kill for fun, so what do you want to be human or outcasts that hide in the dark. the doors are open time to choose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1157826/ its hungry ready to feed on the blood of your enemysif you fight it you dieso you must complieso grab that knife take that lifelet the blood shed continue for if you dont you will die by thatvoice from the knife. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1155556/ its where people hide, to get away from whats after them but that never works. its also where people enjoy what they are. its also a spot of acceptance a place where nobody cares because nobodys their. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1152222/ is a fun city, a city of death and decay and where lost souls come to stay forever. you cant escape it, its everywhere in your closet, your house and you. we all have our own little city of hell and we visit it often. some love it some hate it but one way or another it will allways be their wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1152218/ is is the opposite joy of life. death is fun, death is happy, is my blood splattered syth swinging soul reaping student/master. because of this i like him. and he likes me so we create death together, we killed the devil and left his power because we have a uniqe set of skills, our last target we to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1141623/ i take his hand. we go through the gates where my master waits for me to teatch him what tricks i came up with. this will be fun and maybe together we can kill the king of hell, but for now my student awaits as i dance with the devil to my student. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1136510/ the reaper is back with new tricks and a new syth. their is one new trick that i love called the scarecrow its the bloodyest trick of them all thats why its my favorite. he also told me that i have gained enough tricks that i can start frelancing creating my own tricks that i can teatch him. i have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1136505/ i look down i see blood i look up i see bodies wth me covered in blood i killed them, i learned this trick from the reaper. the way i swing the syth aiming straght for the soul. the reaper gave me his syth saying " you are my successor my air my only legacy ". i am his favorite and i love what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1130364/ the burning desire of hell calls my name burning the very fabric of my soul. witch is why burning leaves you soules and doomed to the fires of hell. some people get so used to burning that they cant pull themsilfs from the fires of hell.thats when you step aside and let the devil do the driving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deaths/1128474/