http://slow.writerscafe.org/aarend92 The original writings of author Amy L. Arend en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093337 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A tale of growing upalways starts with childhood.Childhood always has innocenceAdulthood on the other hand, doesn't.The long journey from oneend of the rainbow to the otherisn't as hard or draconian as thetransformation from a child to an adult. The realization of the truth be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aarend92/466784/   Memories and Death The lights slowly flashesthe colors changes from blue to redalong with the jolly pitches.the memories sliding across your mind as still as photographs yellowed with age.Things changenew things to be experiencedold things to be forgotten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aarend92/465292/  A Letter For Me A letter comes for methrough the mail.It clearly statesthat I am to appear at the meeting room. I sit here in the front of the door.Waiting is such a torture.I can't face my fragilefuture that is to come. The moment I enter,I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aarend92/465291/  Model Behavior  Sitting down with a smileplastered on her delicate features.Posing in the front of the camerahas never been fun. Her smile got her this far.She was able to getan apartment two states awayfrom her abusive father. Nobody w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aarend92/465290/  Today, Yesterday and Tomorrow As I look up and seethe magnificent bridgeI'm reminded oftoday, yesterday and tomorrow. There's so many memoriesrushing back at full blastjust simply looking at the bridge. I spent so much, yet so littlehere on this G.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aarend92/465289/  Somebody Gotta Help I got the whole world in my hands.I don't know how but I got the whole world in my hands.What am I going to do?What should I do? I got the whole world in my hands.I'm going to share itall because I got the whole worldin my hands.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aarend92/465284/ Child left behind poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aarend92/465282/ Poem on a picture from an older book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aarend92/465281/  I REMEMBER I rememberwhen I was seven.My parents sat me andmy two sisterson a dreamy couch. I rememberthem holding all of our hands.We were in the sofa storesearching for a perfect couch.They told us we'llalways be holding their handsno matter how ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aarend92/465280/ Just a poem I put together in History class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aarend92/465278/