http://slow.writerscafe.org/nattikur The original writings of author nattikur cullen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128572 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Love is like a rose. There are the petals � the beautiful things and feelings that came with loving someone. Then there are the thorns � the terrible pain and tragedy that love could cause. But Michael's removed the thorns. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/435440/ Part SixIt had been a year since Helena’s husband had died. Just when she thought she’d been able to get over it, something small would remind her of him and she would no longer be able to contain herself. It seemed like years ago when he’d first touched her hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/434556/ Part FiveLeo spent the remainder of the journey talking to Yehudah or sleeping. Yehudah had shown him a photograph of his family before the war and Leo, remembering that he too had packed a photograph of his family, checked in his suitcase for it. He was heart-wrenched when he co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/434555/ Part FourThe sudden jolt of the train woke Leo from his peaceful sleep. He had been dreaming of his family, all reunited and safe, travelling along with him to England. He awoke with a gasp, his eyes flickering open, trying to adjust to the light. At first, he found it difficult .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/434553/ Part ThreeThe Kinder Transport was just a train that transported children from Germany to England to get them out of the dangerous country. The platforms beside the train were crowded with little boys and girls and their parents. Leo found himself distracted as he glanced around,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/434552/ Part TwoA few years later things had changed drastically. Everyone had been prepared for the changes that Hitler would inflict on their country, but no one expected them to be as strict as they were. Leo’s mother had had to take all her children out from the school they att.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/434550/ Part OneThe radio was turned up to it’s loudest volume and the whole family crowded around it, blankets pulled up over their knees, keeping them warm and protecting them from the cool winter breeze.“Mother?” the youngest in the family asked, his voice wavering.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/434549/ The story of a young boy who is sent from Germany to England on the Kinder Transport during the times of the Second World War. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/434548/ A poem describing pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/432844/ Completely true. A small page or so of lyrics. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/432840/ Completely true. A short page or so of lyrics. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/432839/ They've been friends since they were kids but she's in love with him and always has been. (It's a song.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/430263/ When you realise he doesn't and never did love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/425716/ Edward is led by his best friend and one true love, Bella, to a small clearing in the woods. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/424261/ A poem about how someone feels when they leave the one they love. (Based on Edward Cullen's line in New Moon when he returns.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/424248/ Natalie is going back to her family and dreading their reaction. What sort of welcome home would she get? With her parents, Lord knows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/423577/ Another short Jewish tale. Also written at the age of eleven. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/423523/ A short Jewish tale. Written at the age of eleven. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/423521/ A poem about the night sky. Writen at the age of twelve. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/423520/ A song about lost love. Written at the age of thirteen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/423519/ About a boy who has two different personalities. Written when aged thirteen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/423517/ A poem about rain. Written aged thirteen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/423516/ A poem based on the little girl from Miricle on 34th Street (film). Written aged twelve. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nattikur/423514/