http://slow.writerscafe.org/SweetDeath The original writings of author Emogirl en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776147384 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My world glitches from reality to, to dreams. The world I know, is no longer real. The world I see, is the place I go when I'm out.We're just zombies, we've been brain washed, forced to see the world as it is now. The real world, the place I see, is how the world really is.There are no crimes, no go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SweetDeath/1151849/ A tear stained her face. She stood there, taking the abuseof her father. She took the beatings, the things thrown at her, everything.Nothing bothered her. She looked up to herdrunken mother every time her father hit her. But her mother sat, watching. When she turned 16,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SweetDeath/1151846/ All I see is me. I walk around them but I still see me. Istop and look. My hair, straight and black as night. My eyes, green as grass.My face, so confused. I continue walking on. I look back and see myself."They're chasing you." my mind says. I start breathing faster andstart panicking. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SweetDeath/1151843/