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		<description>The original writings of author Amy</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>Sitting across from Shadow, Rayne felt a bit more comfortable. Right before they went into McDonald&amp;rsquo;s, she had a small break down and he tried to console her. What kind of amused her was how his idea of consoling was running his fingers in circles on the back of her neck and hitting the pressu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464447/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>[2 days later]Rayne woke up annoyed. It was Sunday. A demon in church. Not a good place for her. But, she still &amp;ldquo;had&amp;rdquo; to go because Amy's parents were f*****g a******s. She was a bit excited about it cause it&amp;rsquo;d take care of several hours that stood between her and visiting Shad..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464432/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Rayne awoke with a start. Her heart was pounding in her ears and giving her a killer headache. How many times was she going to dream of her own death? It was past. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to happen again. Screaming. Burning. Angry yelling. She could remember it all. Her body felt like it was in flames..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464428/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&amp;rdquo; Karin said over IM. Karin was the old demon of Mike&amp;rsquo;s. He was dorky, silly, but he was a refreshing change to Ranji.&amp;ldquo;Hi.&amp;rdquo; Rayne replied.&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Karin, who&amp;rsquo;re youuuuuuuuuuu?&amp;rdquo;Rayne chuckled to herself as she replied &amp;ldqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464426/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>I do believe I covered the description in the description of the book.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464423/</link>
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			<title>Life Through a Demon's Eyes</title>
			<description>An un-finished story of a demon stuck within a human girl's body, and her struggle with being human, and having a love for a human boy and his demonic beings within him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464416/</link>
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			<title>What He Does</title>
			<description>I don't really have a description for this one.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464376/</link>
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			<title>Free</title>
			<description>... This poem is too damn happy. o_O</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464374/</link>
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			<title>What Am I Supposed To Do?</title>
			<description>In case you can't tell, this is a poem to/about certain people. 3, to be exact. Let's just say all of our lives are going badly at the moment and none of us can do anything about it. And, I seem to be making things worse. At least for some. I'm depressed,</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464372/</link>
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			<title>Call Me a Liar</title>
			<description>I was angry at a so-called &quot;friend.&quot; She told me something that I relayed to one of her &quot;friends&quot; and she had the audacity to call ME a liar. Piece of s**t....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464370/</link>
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			<title>the Evil Within</title>
			<description>I look in the mirror and what do I see?The being in my reflection is not me.She has the same look, but what is on the inside?I tried to tell my boyfriend, he only denied.He doesn&amp;rsquo;t get it, but I know she is in there.She doesn&amp;rsquo;t like him, he should beware.Given the chance, s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464368/</link>
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			<title>Last Words</title>
			<description>AHAHA, this was written by a character of mine I use for role-playing, written about her lover, also a role-play character, who was killed off. I'm still pissed at the person who role-played him for doing it, but oh well.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464367/</link>
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			<title>A Demonic End</title>
			<description>For anyone and everyone who's had someone they love taken from them. I have had it happen many times.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464366/</link>
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			<title>Sunday Afternoon...</title>
			<description>You know what it's like when you're single and in love, right?
I used to go over to his house every Sunday afternoon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464362/</link>
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			<title>My Fault, My Turn...</title>
			<description>&quot;This is a long time coming. Loved someone for a long time. Screwed up. Seems like I've been given a somewhat second chance and I hope I don't screw it up again. This is for the only person who's ever managed to knocked down all of my walls, and capture m</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464361/</link>
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			<title>The Love Flows</title>
			<description>&quot;This poem almost brings me to tears every time I read it... it reminds me of just how much I miss him...&quot;
That was what I wrote on a separate site. The guy this was written about isn't even with me anymore. But I still like the poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464359/</link>
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			<title>Love Kills Slowly...</title>
			<description>&quot;I will love him forever and ever, day after day, until the end of all time... No matter how much I don't want to...&quot; ~Me
Yeah, been a while since I've posted something... I wrote this to get the pain out. I couldn't hold it in any longer... This is, mos</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464358/</link>
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			<title>What is Unseen</title>
			<description>&quot;Is a life worth living, without no one to love and to be loved in return?&quot; ~Zena Joy Pym</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464355/</link>
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			<title>Lament of Past Mistakes</title>
			<description>More truth. I reminisce too much.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464354/</link>
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			<title>Haunted</title>
			<description>Based on true events</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Acid-Rayne2009/464350/</link>
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