http://slow.writerscafe.org/jemappellejordy The original writings of author jordy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776277984 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  what is this thing called ‘love’?i'm not sure and i’m scaredi don’t want to end up aloneand i don’t want to live mylife without it because i hear itis so blinding and if someonewould be blind around memaybe they would actually wantme and maybe i co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jemappellejordy/480292/  first. smile smile.you cannot let goif you aresad. secondly. prancelike a gazelledon't sayi'm not gracefuli'm not fluid agile nimble eleganti'm not airy and light on my feet and i'm just going to fall with a thud thud thud on the floor and i'm not good enough and i can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jemappellejordy/480284/  and i falland i fallf   a   l   lwhoosh whoosh whoosh air air airair making my eyes water because they are drydry because of the airis the floor rising to meet meor am imeeting thefloor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jemappellejordy/480269/ This is a story about me (and you but mostly me), and the time I got lost.We were walking (actually, it was more like strolling) through the forest when we came upon a tiny small doll-sized hut. It looked like a gingerbread house, and of course you (you adventurer, you fearless traveler), wanted t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jemappellejordy/478612/  dear dream, where are you? brushing past my fingertips, come closer, closer. please. i want to float to your world, gold threads, blue bubbles, sunny, lovely. i want to see my future in a crystal ball, i want to see my past in black and white. i want to feel like i’m levitating,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jemappellejordy/478578/ for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jemappellejordy/478570/  Amelia Smythe was the most sophisticated person I  knew. She always wore a pearl choker and high heels, even when she was just running to the grocery store or even getting the newspaper. Of course, she didn't have to go far to get the newspaper - every morning, it was dropped outside the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jemappellejordy/449952/