http://slow.writerscafe.org/dreamingdreams The original writings of author Emma Garside en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215743 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On November 12, 2012, a seventeen year old depressed girl was found unconscious on the bathroom floor of her home. When paramedics arrived at five a.m. they noticed she had multiple severe cuts along both forearms. She was pronounced dead 5:10 a.m. after ten minutes of CPR performed by the paramedic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1480558/ If you were a bumblebee, I would be a flower.You would be the bee,you would be able to fly freely from flower to flower,sucking out the sweet nectar.Have full say over which flower you visited,for how long, for how often, and how much you could take from them.I would be a flower,sitting still, but l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1317311/ Like the rivers and the mountains I feel the need to be tough. As if the task of conquering it is nearly impossible.To be so incredibly tough it takes hours or days to reach the end point. I feel as if I need to be a million times stronger than I am, like a ton of bricks or the mass of an elephant. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1273891/ We try so hard sometimes for things weknow we cannot haveSomethings that we know we don’t neednor even want, but still try.Why?Why do we put ourselves through stress,pain, discomfort and sadness for no reason.The answer is simple really,Because we have hearts.We want to feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1263496/ She looked in the change room mirrorand it made her sick. She looked down at the price tag and stared atthe size. The number haunted her. She had never seen such a highnumber on her jeans. Tears instantly started flowing to her eyes,face turning red, breaths becoming deeper and harder. She w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1217123/ I wanted to feel the crevices of her collarbones,to caress the curves of her legs, grab her protruding hip bones,hold her delicate hands and take in her breaktaking smile.I wanted to say I got to hold her plump but flawless thighs,kissed the concave stomach of hers and felt each individual vertebrae.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1196650/ Every time I think I heal I see another wound slowly appear A wound caused by god knows what,A lie, a rumor, a comment, a blow to the chest. But in the end does it really matter what caused it when your stuck trying to live with it. And for the ones who don’t know how hard .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1188774/ There was this guy once,he was a friend, an enemy and a loverbut a far from that I’m not sure what else to say.Writing these words is hard, hardest its ever been,and I’m not too sure why.Is it because you've never hurt me like the others,or maybe I've haven’t fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1163057/ I could say that 2 am knows all mysecretsbut its because I talk to you that 2 amknows this.I want to say that 3 am doesn't knowsall my liesbut only because these lies swim frommy mouth and flow into your earsthat you hear them and accept them thatand never question.I wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1160071/ I heard you call out her nameI know she's not the one to blame,but sitting here watching you two makesmy hate goodbyesyou kiss her, smile at her, and glazeat her bright blue eyes.For I know now that I wasn't the onebecause you we're never fully done,and I never won.It may.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1155851/ I'm thinking,thinking of all the times I’ve tired,all the times you've tired.All the times we've both tired to reachout but no answerso we crawl back and pretend it neverhappened,but deep down we both know its onlygoing to surface againand when it does we wont be ready fori.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1155692/ “I Love you”Read on a piece of paper found on thegroundA note, a love letter, a piece ofgarbage A feeling expressedA feeling thrown away, thrown on thegroundMaybe it was an accident,Maybe the note was dropped just likethe hopes of the loverPerhaps the love letter .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1150636/ This story shows the two extremes of different feelings. love and hate and how they interact. based on my personal experiences. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dreamingdreams/1150329/