http://slow.writerscafe.org/luvtiffybaby The original writings of author Tiff-AH!-knee� en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036187 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 hey :) its been awhile! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/486825/ Yeah, so..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/478470/ so here's another one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/477232/ filling up space. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/476184/ Kind of a Comedy. I don't usually write comedies I just think it was a good experience; how things used to be you know? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/475817/ yup, here's another one. :)) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/475778/ yup. updating fast lately,huh? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/475777/ Here we go doods! My personal FAVORITE chapter so far! wow :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/475653/          After sitting for god-only-knows-how-long, I got up to return the phone to it's charger. When I reached the charger, dad asked me something. I couldn't make out his words.        “What?” I cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/475264/          The phone rang when I got home. It was Doctor Baker looking for Grandfather. I told him what Dad told me to. “Grandfather isn't feeling well at the moment. Is there any way you could come to him, today?”    &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/473702/         I hadn't paid much attention at all in math, or science, or social studies. I was too busy thinking about Grandfather and Joshua.         Grandfather, whom was worrying me like crazy, and Joshua, whom was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/473701/ Don't you?  Don't you see the tears forming in my eyes,as you explain to me what you've done?I can't believe this...Don't you see the lie in my face as I tell you that I can't deal with this anymore?I'd deal with anything for you...Don't you see the pain in my body,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/473700/ yup. heres an extra one for today. 2 or three more tomorrow, i promise. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/473343/ here ya go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/473342/ MoonstruckAesthetically pleasing in every way,your personality lights up a room.From a mile away, I feel your glow.And even in my sleep, I see your perfect face.Kisses like morphine,and hands like feathers,I'm lost in a stupor before you can breath the three words I've wanted to he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/472977/ this...i can't even explain this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/472976/ my friend is going through some crap, so i wrote this for her :) she approves of it... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/472975/ just a day in the life of a teenager, i guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/472571/ Kind of depressing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/472569/          I woke up the next morning and grandfather was not in bed.         When I walked downstairs I called to Dad, and Grandfather, but there was no answer. They must not be home.    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/472568/          That night, I couldn't sleep. Grandfather had a really bad coughing fit. It lasted about ten minutes. I was really worried.         I couldn't get comfortable. My pillow was to hot, but when I flippe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/472567/          I ran inside. “Grandfather!” I called. “Grandfather!”        “Calm down, baby girl. I'm right here.” I whirled towards his voice, and ran to where I thought he was. I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/472566/          I sat on the floor as Joshua continued to paint the room white. We talked the whole time. It was fun. Miss Dillinger had come up to give us some mini finger sandwiches. We were currently sitting on the floor together eating them.  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/470097/          Once my face was clean, and I took Joshua's word that it was, we walked back to his bedroom. When we got inside he closed the door, and shut the radio off.        “Okay, so I'm going to show you how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/470096/ I didn't see Joshua, obviously, but I couldn't hear him either. That could because of Miss Dillinger's constant talking, or it could be because of the loud music blasting above my head. The lyrics, which were very catchy, went something like “To ten million fireflies, I'm weird 'cause I hate g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/470093/  Saturday morning I woke up to clanging and banging. When I walked downstairs I heard Father talking to himself so I assumed he hadn't seen me yet. He was mumbling something about the stove being stubborn.         “Um...dad?” I tried ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/470092/  The next morning, Father offered to give Joshua a ride to school and told me to call him. So I walked to the telephone, but then realized I didn't know Joshua's number. “Father,” I called. “I don't know Joshua's number!”        .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/470091/  Mr Hayden, the principle, was not happy with Nathan. Or Joshua. As the three of us sat in his office, I was listening to him pace. I was seated between the two boys, leaning more towards Joshua, whom smelled of berry. Yum. Ew! I cannot believe I just said yum.     &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/466423/  The next morning, Father woke me up, and told me that he had gotten me a new outfit. I asked him about it, and he'd just told me to put it on. So I did. It was a dress, and it came down to my knees. It was soft, and it cupped around my chest. It had spaghetti straps, I've heard that's what the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/466421/          When dad called to me, Joshua led me back downstairs and out the door. He said that he'd see me tomorrow, and I smiled and got into the car. Father turned on the music, and for a moment I was deafened. Obviously someone had touched the volume whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/466420/  Monday and Tuesday flew by, but Tuesday afternoon brought some excitement. Like Mrs Dillinger promised, her and Joshua were moving in to a house on the street next to ours. Father had told me about it because he had passed on his way home.        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/466419/ ...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/465541/ chapter 8 dudess :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/465445/ chapter 7, guys :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/465443/ I don't know if this is good or not, but I really am trying, here. i worked really hard to make this sound good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/465336/          Father arrived a little less then an hour later. Father was waiting in the car, and when I got in I smelled the familiar smoke smell. My father does smoke, wether he tells me otherwise or not.        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/464943/          I awake in the morning to Grandfather's wrinkly fingers tapping my hand. My eyelids flutter, but I still do not see anything, even in the day.        “Ooh! Darling, you're up!” He backs away s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/464942/          It is dinner time. We are eating chicken nuggets and french fries from a freezer bag. None of us around here are cookers. What, with my being blind and them being men. I have nothing against cooking men, believe me, but these particular men could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/464941/          When I arrive home I feel a weird presence and it gives me weird vibes, so I walk into the kitchen. My father is there and somehow I knew there is someone in here that I've never been around.        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/464940/  Ms Dillinger has no patience. That is why I do not like her. As I feel through my locker, looking for my special braille math book, she huffs and puffs. It is not her normal, steady breathing pattern. So I ask “What's wrong, Ms Dillinger?”      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/464939/  I wake up to nothing; another blind day. My father says he's doing everything he can to find options, but we both know the only option left is surgery, and that's not going to happen. We couldn't possibly afford it; not sense mom died.        Grandfath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/464938/  I have never seen a thing in my life. I don't know if I'm pretty. I've never seen my mom, and that's not just because she's dead. I can't tell what a person looks like without touching their face. And i don't know what my favorite color is. My life relies on touch, and sound, and taste. Not si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/464937/ Isabel "Izzy" is blind. She's struggling with life, and school, and every other problem that comes with being a teenage girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvtiffybaby/464936/