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			<title>Heart on my Sleeve</title>
			<description>As I watched the headlights pull away,I begged and pleaded for you to stay.My heart began to crack and break,All of my innocence you did take.&amp;nbsp;Tears clouded my blurry eyes,While rain fell from the tortured skies.You waved goodbye and I waved back,Two years of my life you threw off track.Now I a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1884277/</link>
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			<title>Old Flame</title>
			<description>Maybe it was her blonde hair,or the way her blue eyes&amp;nbsp;caught the light.Or maybe it was how she never seemed to care,that made you love her out of spite.Maybe it was her slim&amp;nbsp;physique that made your jaw drop,Or maybe it was simply her revealing tank top.Maybe it was her sour tongue that con..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1880143/</link>
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			<title>He Loves me</title>
			<description>He Loves MeThe light blue petalsstain my fingertips as Iwhisper&amp;nbsp;&quot;he loves me&quot;although I know he does&amp;nbsp;not.Forget-me-not petalsdie at my feet&amp;nbsp;collecting in a&amp;nbsp;morgueof blue death as i&amp;nbsp;whisper&amp;nbsp;&quot;he loves me&quot;although I know he does&amp;nbsp;not.But love is not child's play.Becaus..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1521164/</link>
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			<title>Remember When...</title>
			<description>Remember when things were Simple?You were a stranger,And I was not.I knew who I was.My heart was full,Completely unbroken.&amp;nbsp;Remember when things gotFun? You would hold my hand and Whisper&amp;ldquo;I love you&amp;rdquo; in my ear. And I would listen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1518904/</link>
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			<title>Suicide</title>
			<description>My tears will continue to fall,Yet no one will bother to help me.My wrists will continue to bleed,Yet no will intervene.I am alone.Afraid.But mostly alone.This will be attempt # 2Too bad my death will only affect&amp;nbsp;few.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1508011/</link>
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			<title>I Love to Hate You</title>
			<description>You know what? I&amp;rsquo;vespent so much time hating you, I forgot to love myself. I do hate you.I hate what you did tome.I hate how you&amp;rsquo;reacting now.I hate that you loveher.Ironically enough, allthis hatred that my soul has harbored for you has only led to a deeper lov..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1507440/</link>
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			<title>Outlawed</title>
			<description>The walls were old and the dry wall was almost broken through. A steadydrip fell from the ceiling causing a puddle of water to collect on the cementfloor. My head hurt, my heart was pounding and the ticking of a clock seemed toring louder and louder in my ears with each passing second. In a de..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1507434/</link>
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			<title>Everything Happens for a Reason</title>
			<description>Random share</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1403015/</link>
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			<title>Make a Difference </title>
			<description>Don't look right&amp;hellip;.He might see you. Don't turn left&amp;hellip;.She might judge you. Don't look weak&amp;hellip;..They might pick on you.But don&amp;rsquo;t be tooconfident&amp;hellip;. They might break it. &amp;nbsp;Everything you do isseen&amp;hellip;Wandering eyes,intent to be ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1173032/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>don't know. no rhyme scheme... totally random. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1171971/</link>
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			<title>Strong Enough</title>
			<description>Lately&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;been struggling, drowningMy smile has faded, constantly frowning.People keep laughing, the world keeps spinningI'm caught in my own mistakes, sinning.&amp;nbsp;I will get better, I will forget the painI am strong enough, no longer myself to blame.It's a reoccurring thing, it is&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1157766/</link>
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			<title>Do Re Mi</title>
			<description>Do Re Mi,I feel so free.Fa So La,another breath I draw,Ti Do,and here i go..on my way to freedom.A bird in the sky, a leaf in the tree,Do Re Mi.My faith keeps me&amp;nbsp;believing, I bounce back like a basketball,Fa so La.A caring Christian, it's a trait i'm willing to show,Ti Do.Do Re Mi,The whole wor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1147453/</link>
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			<title>Help</title>
			<description>Helpfor i am fallingHelpfor i am weak.Helpfor i am lonely...singing myself to sleep.Nothing seems to help me,no one seems to care,Helpfor i am broken,drowning in despair.Blood rushes from my eyes,dripping to the depths,Helpfor i am dying,the blade just lying there.I don't need your pity,your charity..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1146181/</link>
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			<title>Little Ethan</title>
			<description>Little EthanLike the wind in the trees,Like the buzzing of the bees,Like the slow bath of color from sidewalk chalk,Washing away with every rain drop.&amp;nbsp;For me, it was yet another day,For you, it was your time to go, you could not stay.An unfortunate event,&amp;nbsp;You left, you went,At only four ye..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1145529/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>	After crying my eyes out I finally got up the courage to stand. Brushing the hair out of my eyes, I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to keep my broken heart somewhat whole. Blinking back tears I stared at my mother. &quot;Mom, i'm not okay. I feel terrible. I always do. I have ever since this accid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1144614/</link>
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			<title>Keep your Head Held High</title>
			<description>Keep Your Head Held HighClick....Snap...Flash...Click...Snap...Flash(Click...Snap...Flash...Click...Snap...Flash)Over here! Look here!&amp;nbsp;Fans scream your name, this is my career.Working hard to come out on top,My dreams come first, I won't stop.Every word sent with love, every insult sent with ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1142014/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4: Mama's Blessing</title>
			<description>	As I walked into the kitchen, I saw my mother standing over a pot of boiling water. She didn't notice that I had walked in until I leaned over the counter.&quot;Oh, hey honey.&quot;&quot;hey mom.&quot;&quot;Where have you been?&quot;&quot;Out with some friends.&quot;&quot;Was Tristan there? You know I will not let you two see each other now t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1141570/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3: Young and Naive</title>
			<description>	This is a reminder to pick up all marriage&amp;nbsp;licenses&amp;nbsp;by November 5th at midnight. There will be no other time to pick up your&amp;nbsp;license. All couples still found together will be punished&amp;nbsp;appropriately.&amp;nbsp;&quot;What do they mean, punished&amp;nbsp;appropriately?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I'm not sure...prob..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1140423/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Now what?</title>
			<description>	It all started a few years ago. Things changed in the province of Cane. Our old ruler President Wood died and his nephew took over the thrown. Kind Jared ll made quite a few changes since then. At first it was just small things, like adding a curfew, or making children between the ages of four to e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1136474/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1: How it started</title>
			<description>	&quot;The king has passed the law.&quot; I couldn't&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;my ears. My mind raced to Tristan, his deep brown eyes, his full lips and his caring smile. I felt as if someone had punched me in the stomach. The new king of our province, King Jared ll has outlawed love. Yes, that's right. Love. &amp;nbsp;I..</description>
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			<title>Outlawed</title>
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			<title>Scared</title>
			<description>ScaredHow do you live when people are dying?How do you live when you can't stop crying?How do you live every second like your last?How do you forget about the past?I hear your voice inside my head,One more time, another tear shed.You were so young, it was so unfair,You have to be heartless not to ca..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>	After arguing with my mom for 15minutes or so, the doctor finally stepped in the room. &amp;ldquo;Hello, Ms. Brooks. Howare you feeling?&amp;rdquo; I looked up at him and said &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m fine. Still sad&amp;hellip; and my ribshurt, but fine.&amp;rdquo; He smiled at me with an obviously fake smile. &amp;ldq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133580/</link>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>GoneI'm packing up my things and heading out the door,Cleaning all my clothes up, off the bedroom floor.I won't bother saying goodbye, i'll take my things and leave,I've done a lot of growing, no longer so young and naive.&amp;nbsp;I'm tired of your banter, your arguments, your hate,If i stay here any l..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Timekept passing, before I knew it a month had passed from the accident and thenurse said that I was cleared and able to go home. &amp;ldquo;Your ribs have healed upquite nicely, but your head it still messed up. You&amp;rsquo;ll be out of sports andphysical c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133164/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>	The evening of Carter&amp;rsquo;s viewing; I hadKorrine brush my hair. I was helped into a black dress, and I sat stationary inthe wheelchair. My family, and Aly&amp;rsquo;s family were going to the viewing togetherand the car ride there was filled with deafening silence. As we finally arrivedto Be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133141/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>LostWhere did the girl with the forgiving smile go?Where are the good deeds, she was willing to show?Where is the girl who wore flowers in her hair?Where is the girl who always played fair?Where is the girl with the gorgeous smile?Where is the sweet, loving, innocent child?She's been missing now, fo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133086/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aftergetting into a clean white gown and having Korrine brush out my long blondehair, I was shifted into the wheelchair and wheeled down to the second floorwhere the counselor and group centers were. I entered room 201 and saw Alyseated towards the bac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133055/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>AsI reached the confines of my own room, I laid back in my bed. My head hurt, myheart was broken, and my whole body was in excruciating pain. &amp;ldquo;Julia. You needto sleep,&amp;rdquo; my mother said to me. &amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo; I responded hastily. &amp;ldquo;Honey,&amp;nbsp;you've&amp;nbsp;been throu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133051/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>	I looked around the room for some sortof contact with the outside world. My iPhone was nowhere in sight, and mostlikely it was lost in the crash. The only visible connection was a very old,small looking T.V in the corner of the room. I scanned the room for a remote ofsome sort, and I was ab..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133049/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>	The doctor&amp;rsquo;s and my parents rushed overto my side and held me as I cried. &amp;ldquo;I remember. I do. I hear it.&amp;rdquo; I was crying.&amp;ldquo;What happened? Where are they?&amp;rdquo; Everyone just looked around, &amp;ldquo;Mom, Dad whereare my friends? Where is Eli? And Carter, and Aly? What happen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133014/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Itwas about thirty minutes after midnight when we decided to leave the party. Weall left together and I could not stop smiling. When we reached the car, Eliopened the doors and let my friends climb in. We all took the same seats asbefore, but this time before I got in the car, Eli leaned dow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133007/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Hey beautiful,&amp;rdquo; Eli said as he shut my locker, &amp;ldquo;hey,&amp;rdquo; I saidflashing him my best smile. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;What time should I pick you up tonight?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Well, I was thinking around 7? It&amp;rsquo;ll be me, Aly, Ben, Kaylieand Carter.&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Okay, sounds ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133004/</link>
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			<title>Blink</title>
			<description>Sutton is a popular, beautiful teenage girl, when one night changes her life forever.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1133003/</link>
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			<title>Escape</title>
			<description>EscapeThe trees swayed like a fortress,its branches, my castle.&amp;nbsp;With each sun rise, my hopes rose with it,and with each sun down, they fell.&amp;nbsp;Behind the castle walls of the daises,the&amp;nbsp;fairy's&amp;nbsp;laughed and danced,and&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;the rich soil of the earth,&amp;nbsp;the flowers grew a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1132994/</link>
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			<title>April Showers</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;April Showers bring Mayflowers,Or so that is the tale. But in this world, what istrue,And what is a story with-drew?There are many people nearand far,That know just who they are,And then there are few whoenvy you,And the few that have noclue. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1132906/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>I wrote this to describe how little time we truly have and what we should try to accomplish before our time runs out. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1132407/</link>
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			<title>Song of Myself</title>
			<description>Inspired by Walt Whitman!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1132273/</link>
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			<title>This isn't Goodbye, It's Until Next Time. </title>
			<description>One simple moment, one blinkof an eye,The future is changed, thisisn&amp;rsquo;t goodbye.&amp;nbsp; A smile here, a laugh there,You&amp;rsquo;ll be rememberedeverywhere,We&amp;rsquo;re hurting now, the painis pressing,This&amp;nbsp;isn't&amp;nbsp;forever,Death&amp;nbsp;isn't&amp;nbsp;lasting...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hey_itsk13/1132266/</link>
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			<title>Stars</title>
			<description>The grass beneath my back,The cold wind chilling myface,With every breath it getsharder to keep track,Of the heartbeats in mychest. I look over,My eyes scanning for thatfamiliar sea of blue,Across you lips a smileforms,And just for a few,A laugh escapes as t..</description>
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