http://slow.writerscafe.org/LulieBelle The original writings of author Nikki Richardson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985997 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15             Leilani glared at the back ofDamocles head as they walked.  Dragons,especially angry dragons, always had issue with other animals, which renderedall forms of transportation save walking obsolete.  “I am tired of being controlled.&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1617567/ Very few humans had ever seen Leilani’s uncloaked human formas they did this instance, and even fewer humans witnessed her dragon body.  However, none of that mattered the momentDamocles’ eyes locked onto Jura, recognition glowing in his twisted smile.  Leilani knew she co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1617565/ Jura’s skirts gave her the appearance of floating on air.  The jewels on the hem of the dress reflected like stars in the moonlight while her dark hair fell gloriously around her shoulders.  People stared as she walked down the Market Road instead of looking behind her for a change. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1610642/             Thebrisk morning air wrapped around her, cooling her snow-white scales.  She stood still, listening to thesilence.  Her blue diamond eyes fixatedon the sky.  She turned in a wide arc,spreading her glassy wings.  Excitementf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1605634/ Leilani is the last of the Pagos Dragon Clan, and she has a half human sister. She doesn't want to live a life of chaos and violence; all she desires is her solitude, until the dragon slayer comes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1605633/             After a month, I felt okay even though I should’ve beendepressed beyond belief or maybe ecstatic about my upcoming sixteenthbirthday.  I didn’t feel sad or excitedthough; I just felt okay.  It scared methat I didn’t f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1411557/             The man was true to his word.  My mother stopped breathing at 11:59 a.m.  The doctor called time of death at 12:05 p.m.  She never made it to the hospital.            Chandlerbr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1408298/             I stopped going to school after that conversation.  Every time I looked at my mother his wordsechoed through me.  "You can't savethis one!”  His cold, stormy eyes hauntedmy thoughts.  Every moment with herseemed like th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1407518/             My brother took Annie's death hard.  He went to therapy two days a week every weekafter we got out of the hospital, but it didn't seem to help.  A year passed us by, but he only got worse.  Not even the new English exchange student that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1407516/             Life went on after Chandler, Annie, and I witnessed thedeath of a stranger.  None of us spoke ofthe incident.  We couldn’t watchtelevision shows like Criminal Minds or CSI without having horrificnightmares.  Most nights the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1407515/             I was seven years old the day Bugsy Matthias, the worstof the local gangsters, shot his last victim. The birds stopped singing.  Acridsmells of sweat and car exhaust mixed with gun smoke on the breeze.  Screams ricocheted through cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1407514/ No one sees him, but he sees all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1407510/ Death is supposed to come like a theif in the night silent and unnoticed. However, Death does not come so quietly. After Lane witnesses four deaths she begins to wonder about the strange man she sees. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1407508/             Amberliquid sloshed as waves crashed against the glass wall.  The tall neck of the bottle was stained withfresh fingerprints as lingering drops of the liquid found their way back to theamber ocean.  The liquid mingled with theblood of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1251416/ A story of tragic hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1251262/             After I had the pleasure of meetingDerek, the music started.  I was a bitsurprised at the suddenness of the music, but I didn't mind at all because hesmiled and held out a hand.  I smiled inreturn as I took his hand and he led me to th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1239880/ The first ball, The Family Party, is here. I hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1234168/ When they come, I fear that they shall choose me for I am weak and insensible. I shan't know for sure if they have come for me or if I have simply fallen in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1234166/ When they come, I fear that they shall choose me for I am weak and insensible. I shan't know for sure if they have come for me or if I have simply fallen in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/1232251/             White hair,light tan suit, and pale skin.  I’d neverseen anything like him, but he was always there.  Watching me, waiting for something…I neverfully understood.  I never wanted tounderstand, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/984184/ this is a dream that I had last night and couldn't stop thinking about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/984181/ Broken isn't even a good word for what happened to cause this poem to be written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/755235/ It's really a bad poem written about a girl who refused to love another, and a boy who broke her heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LulieBelle/755230/