http://slow.writerscafe.org/RAstone The original writings of author RAstone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024875 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote this poem for my boyfriend after shedding many conflicted tears when he told me he didn’t believe in God. I thought this would be the thing that would finally come between us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/619079/ Dear Allyson,She tripped and down she wentinto the ocean and unwanted fearShe criedwith salt water in her faceHush nowIt’s not the end of the worldStand up and wipe the saltout of your eyesIt was an accidentHer fingers slipped and she dropped itshattering a gift fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/480716/ To Thee, the HighestFirst Love Sing for me, O Lord Song of the soulCursed serpent - A mortal souldeceived.“Why hast thou added the sense of endless woes?”Shall I curseSong of flamesPhantom devils fromlakes of fire, infinitely deep.They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/474986/ Our Lady Mary, Mother of God Sūratu Maryam   سورة مريم‎ Savior: “Act, and God will act.’”The Body of ChristWater to Wine:“If I am not in His grace, may God put me there. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/474984/ Ab love principiumAmor omnia vincit Happy is the one who is able to know the causes of things: Arma virumque cano: “I sing of arms and of a man: his fate had made him fugitive.”Curse the name ofUmbra:“Across the lands and waters he was batte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/474982/ Listen to the soft applause of the waves            Float in the steady deep behind them,            waiting for the right chance.        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/472449/ Five chubby fingers reach out and swipe a wooden apple from the lowest shelf of a bookcase. Wide eyes inspect the minute grain lines, the sleek texture, the red paint. Small hands turn it around and around. A curious mind wonders – maybe. Probably not, but it could be. Eyes s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/470603/ She is so beautiful it hurts.  Her legs are smooth and I want to touch them.  She's sitting right next me; my leg is pressed against her leg.  I want her so much that it's unbearable.She draws circles on my thigh with her finger.  She probably doesn't even k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/470189/ This is just so typical.  Holt tells Mom he'll take care of dinner and here I am making it.  And where's Holt?  Oh, he's in the garage playing with his stupid guitar.Sure, I'll wake up at five in the freaking morning for no good reason.  Then I'll go to work.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/470188/ My sister is a genius.  Not only does she come home with an autographed picture, but she has two tickets for front row seats at tonight's concert.  Apparently, Boomer fell in love with her right away.  It doesn't take much to convince her to take me to the EZees co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/470187/ It's Rainee's idea.She thinks we need more excitement in our lives.We tell her it is a bad idea.  Terrible. Insane. We'll never get away with it.It doesn't matter what we say, though.  She will do what she wants.  She always does.  And there's no way we,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/470185/ When their sister disappears, three brothers turn to each other in the face of tragedy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/470184/  FirstI forget the book my father used to read to me every night. I forget the movies I had memorized by heart. I forget my grandfather who died when I was three. I forget who it was that knitted my favorite sock bunny. I forget the name of our cat that ran away. I forget how old I was when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/467105/  Today I heard a story abouta girl who had lost her twin                                        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/465879/  mismatched parts-not quite alive, not quite wholewretched reflection in the mirror’s prison     not beauty, but a monster trapped thereI was your design-     not my choice, not my dreamyou built me up, you could tear me down-&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/463031/  As day breaks, she desires only undisturbed rest,A brief discharge for her burdened mind. But as dusk falls, demons keep her dreams away. Darkness divulges her deepest, dankest thoughts.Ever mindful of sleep’s prolonged delay,Continued disdain for the all that is divine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/459619/  Set upon my own journey today,                 but it’s not a new journey.                      &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/452803/                         Bet                ten thousand         .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/451311/ Six minutes  since itstarted.  Six minutesI lay here. Forever itseems.  I can’t standthe chirping.  PleaseGod, stop with the chirpingEleven  minutes it’sbeen.  Eleven  or soendless  minutes  inmy be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/447999/ Cross My Heart, Hope to Die http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/447282/  A few freckles, bright green eyes. Lots of ambition, some intuition, trying to be wise.Learning to love, although I still find it hard to do. I can beYour best friend or your sister, wish I could be more for you. But I’m stillStretching my legs, testing my strength. Can’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/440805/  I don't know how on earth I ended up with a sister like Rainee.  She is completely insane.  Today she came home with a label maker.  I don't even know where she got it. Probably nicked it from one of her teachers' desks. Now she is labeling everything in the house. Only the la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/440722/              The first thing I was aware of was the silence. It was the loudest silence I’d ever heard. It felt like I was in a hollow tunnel where even a pin drop would have echoed loudly. But there was no pin. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/440712/  My head felt like it was filled with lead and my throat ached from nearly being strangled, but somehow I found the strength to open my eyes and pull myself off the ground.  As I stood up, the entire world seemed to shift with me.          &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/440711/  A small cut, not so bad. Your verbalBlows can’t hurt me now. I wait out the storm.Could be a lie, might be the truth. Can’t tell which. Doesn’t matter, does it?   No, it’s the same each andEvery time you come to me. You don’t love me anymore... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/440613/  I wouldn’t even consider it on a normal occasion. I have more dignity than that. But I already failed algebra once, and if I fail again, I won’t graduate. I can’t let that happen. I just can’t. Math just isn’t my thing. I’m bette.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/440214/              I made the mistake of meeting up with some friends from high school for dinner, so I am already in a bad mood when I get home. They all go to the state college, and whenever they come to town, I have to hear about their dumb .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/440055/  Gabe Gutierrez was as grown-up as a nine year-old gets. Not only was he the tallest in his third grade class, but he could spell practically anything. Give him a word, and he could spell it for you – backwards, if you like. He could say his multiplication facts to the twelve&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/439578/  “Do you know why you’re here, Holden?”I’m not really in a sharing mood, but I decide to set her straight before she gets any ideas about me. “I told you. This is all a misunderstanding,” I say, flashing my charming smile – a weapon that’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/438480/              When I opened my eyes, all I could see was green. It took me several seconds to make sense of the color, but after examining my surroundings more closely, I realized that I was in a forest. It definitely wasn&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/436966/              I watched the horizon for Jase’s car, feeling him getting closer with every half second.            Don’t turn your back on her, he said.  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/436674/              Jase didn’t show up to homeroom, and I didn’t try to break down his wall. Instead of worrying about him, I spent the half hour passing notes to Alex, telling him everything I remembered from my dream. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/436132/              Everything I touched in Valerie’s room was so cold it almost hurt, like touching ice cubes with my bare hands. The chair, the table, the mug of tea – it was all I could do not to wince as if I’d been st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/435695/  I tossed it outI don’t need thatAn old CDWith a broken caseA scratchy discReminds me Of a simpler place But now times are hardAnd I am grownAnd moving onSo fastTime to leave behindOutdated, immatureChildish thingsFrom my past I dug it from th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/435683/            “Anthony,” Jase said.            The boy nodded, pushing himself off the rock. He reached for our hands and we, too baffled to do anything else, let him take them. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/435348/              I scrambled to Jase’s side. His heart beat faintly in my chest, but my head was too full of my own panicky thoughts to hear anything else. Alex was still talking into his ear when I lifted Jase’s shirt a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/434966/  Jase, wake up! Wake up! I shouted in my head, giving myself a migraine.            I’m already awake.            Good. I’m on my way to your house.  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/434965/              Smashing into him, I yelped. He darted up the stairs. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear his drumming footsteps and his heavy panting. He wouldn’t make it very far because I was moving fast. I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/434848/              “What is wrong with him?” I asked Amber through gritted teeth.            We were sitting in the library during our free period trying to catch up on the ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/434686/              Believe it or not, Jase was not into the whole séance thing. According to him, our biggest priority was practicing for Labor Day weekend, less than six days away. Though I didn’t want to give up on my t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/434685/  It was almost night, but there was still enough fading light so that I wasn’t completely blinded. I moved quickly through the trees searching for something. I had to hurry before it got too dark to see. Why hadn’t I brought a flashlight? The leaves crunched lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/434684/ His fingertips lightly grazed my cheekbone, and I trembled.  We were backed against the wall in the corner of my room, our arms and legs intertwined. We were too afraid to let go. Afraid of the pain, afraid of the silence.You are so soft, he said, touching the skin on my face again.I m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/434057/             I decided it was best if Jase didn’t spend more time than he had to with Alex, Amber, and me. So the next week at school he sat at a different lunch table on the other side of the cafeteria. Alex’s satisfaction with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/434055/  I didn’t have to give Jase directions to my house because he found the way in my mind. I felt him getting closer several minutes before I could hear his noisy car pull up. When Amber and Alex peeked out the window to determine the source of the noise, I admitted that I had invited.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/434053/  This time, I was able to act like a normal human being in homeroom. I was chatting with Alex when Jase entered and, though my heart jumped as it matched his and my insides bubbled with desire to look at him, I didn’t break eye contact with Alex. Alex had either forgotten yesterday.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/432875/              After school, I waited for him by his car, which I knew was parked on the east side of the parking lot by the baseball stadium. When I found it, I wondered if he had parked way out there because he was embarrassed by it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/432873/  Staring intently at my reflection, I straightened my hair, one chunk at a time. I tried not to think about anything but the steaming flat iron and my blotchy, unrecognizable face in the mirror. It was a horrid sight – I hadn’t seen seven o’clock all summer – but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/432872/  The first time I heard him was the day that the wind changed.  We were used to strong winds in my hometown; it was a fact of life. They would swirl and knock down fence posts and telephone wires at any time of the year. During the summer, the wind was heavy and hot, upsetting the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/432871/ If your mind isn't your own, how can you trust your heart? When Jase Hart shows up in Natalie's town, her life takes a surprising dive into the unreal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RAstone/432869/