http://slow.writerscafe.org/joyirene The original writings of author escapingherself en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013135 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Jade isn't certain how she managed to wind up in the mythical labyrinth that houses the minotaur, but she does know that this is probably the worst vacation ever. If only she could find a signal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joyirene/1133203/ He appreciated all of the little things he knew of the strange faery-child his village had adopted sixteen years prior. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joyirene/1129654/ Rough fingers glidedownsilken skin, dark fantasiesof a man seeking undeservedrewards.  Takingwhat will never be given. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joyirene/1129610/ I never realizedYouwere fictional,That I made you upLike a second layer ofskinOver your skeletonAnd you just let me pretendThat youwere mine.Funny how after the words d.i.s.s.o.l.v.e.dandyou were made oh-so-real(So full of flaws!)That I stillloved you(I still love you) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joyirene/1129609/ I searched formyselfamong stars that glittered out of reach,through windsthat dusted sand across my face,in rains that joined the watersof the nearest beach-But when I grasped for my spirit, it   s     u       n&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joyirene/1129607/ Lift glass tolipsand suck in sweet (helium).Don't be afraid,Dear  Above the clouds you will riseBubblingeuphoria http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joyirene/1129605/ beautiful? theshortword forces a laugh to herpink bubblegumlips.what do you know ofbeauty? have you evertoucheda teen magazine?words can't be pretty;they areblack and bare.  naked. heels click on hardwood.and you want to tellher she is, show her yourbookbrimming with beauty.(.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joyirene/1129601/ Perhaps it isenvy.we are alike, you and I-the sun and thestars,the clouds and the sky,and yet there is a differenceinthe way that we  s h i n e(and I can't help butfear your light is brighter than mine). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joyirene/1129587/ Mother had a baby, and swore to love her forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joyirene/1128871/ Only The Rich Can Afford the Boat to Tartarus (an assignment for writer's craft in 2012) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joyirene/1128841/