http://slow.writerscafe.org/JennaEve The original writings of author Jennifer. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776136610 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Have you lost the thrill to hurt me?Are my tears that less appealing, in this lighting? When I’m burning at your last wordsWith my fears bound up like anchorsWeighing you down to the bedsprings,Don’t think you’ll get off so easily.Because you just ripped me open,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaEve/653841/ Wrote these songs to play on my guitar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaEve/653839/ Just then, I heard something approaching through the blue grass outside my window, and stiffening, I backed myself up against my desk, grabbing a pair of scissors out of my pencil cup, prepared to fight with everything in me to keep myself alive.  But the gorgeous head that appeared to be crawl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaEve/584578/  All night long, my mind was pregnant and swarming with a million different thoughts and questions, even though it seemed at first most of my long term queries had been somewhat answered already.In the morning I called Tyler straight away, feeling sort of funny calling Mariellen.  They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaEve/584560/ Isaac and I left and wasted no time in booking home, where we ended up sitting on my front porch for a while, chatting dully about things.  I could see the disheartenment that ached inside mirrored in his hazel eyes.  Aunt Kat was thrilled to see him again�"she always loved Isa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaEve/581121/ Well, I thought maybe this whole situation would put an ugly strain on me and Theresa’s relationship, seeing as we both were out of jobs for a few weeks while Pottery Playground was renovated and fixed up (Sharon was not at all pleased about this, but was very thankful neither of us had been t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaEve/581120/ It had taken me a good few weeks, but I was finally getting used to working at Potter’s Playground with Theresa, my boss, Sharon, and several other female workers who were employed at the small business.  The shop was quaint and bright and colorful, and was decently fun to work at.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaEve/579975/ We didn’t waste time trying to get back into the swing of the things upon arriving home.   Aunt Kat told me I needed to get a job, and Mariellen, having been there for this discussion, had suggested a place called Pottery Playground, a Paint Your Own Pottery Store that was located in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaEve/579973/ Dinner was fairly painful.  Hardly anyone was talking through the entire duration of the meal, besides Mariellen and Isaac with their usual flirty banter.  The restaurant was nice and dark; 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