http://slow.writerscafe.org/simbaisloved The original writings of author Princess en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775458742 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Kind of based off Robert Frost's poem "Nothing Gold Can Stay". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/559762/         I was dead. No really, I was. When a four year old girl plays a game that she happens to die in, she really did die. I ate the poisoned apple and waited impatiently for Prince Charming to come along and rescue me. However, my timing proved horrible for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/468747/          Neither side moved, but instead they froze again, staring at each other. I began to shake as the reality of our plans effects started to dawn on me.        Nobody cared.     &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/468583/          The Kaithronese men and the Aynahn men continued to stare at each other, still prepared to attack if the other suddenly tried something. One of the men of Kaithronese started to laugh. “There is only one way to end this,” he growls un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/468582/          Love. Is there a reason for the word, or a purpose? Is there significance in such a small word? Even as a child I questioned the word. It possesses good, they say, but why is such a good thing so hard to find? They say that once you find it, it&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/468580/          The stench started to die down and the butterflies in my stomach started to fade. I was still worried about Gathinbelle and what would happen to them but I started to trust that we were safe and I started formulating a plan in my head about sendi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/468579/          I thought the masks were silly.         I suppose they hid who one was a little bit, but to myself I still thought who I am was ridiculously obvious. 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I heard them daily, I heard them whispered, I heard them jeered or screamed, or told straight out to me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/461699/  3 The last night that Vorion stayed was the most pleasant. We’d spent most of the day together while he continually tried getting me to open the cedar box. Eventually I broke down and told him everything that had happened just the night before. “Please open it bef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/461686/ Callea speaks to the love of her life. When he brings it up, it's only to crush it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/461678/ Two teens stuck in an elevator... opposites attract? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/454258/ Seven Minutes In heaven with her best friend, Garrett? Talk about awkward: cute little tale :] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simbaisloved/448008/ When lust and love collide you only get one chance at the real thing; Samuel Heath throws it away. 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