http://slow.writerscafe.org/EmilyRatcliffe The original writings of author Theo Ratcliffe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033875 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wails of old wood,creaking,Rotting,Falling apart.The floor above creating tension,Each step was taken with fear,Suspense growing,Collapsing;Only moments away.The basement door opened,Room abandonedFog guiding the darkness,Climbing the steps,Full of neglectCreaking beneath it.From behind,A creepy fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/2005006/ Move away.Move far,Far Away.To a town,Where no one knows your face.To a school,Where no one knows your name.Make friends with the“Cool kids”Ignore,The friends you really want.Have them,Exclude you.Let the insecurity grow.Lock yourself behind your door,Let tears fall at your feet. Don&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1982668/ The classroom smelt of rust,Desks were overturned,And our clothes were painted red.Half of us were forced against the wall,The man’s knife holding us in place.Our breathing was quickened,Filled with panic,And fear.The other students were strewn on the floor,Mot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1938545/ I sat in the forest clearing, the sweet smell of grass filling my nose while the wind rushed through the trees making the sun dance. In the middle of the clearing sat a big oak tree, its branches twisting in all directions, and there against the tree was Sam. Sam’s black hair swayed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1889099/ House of FireThey laughed as his house burnt down,Flames rising,Its colours glowing bright in the coal filled town.The ash floated down from the skyAs if those whom he had killed wanted it to happen,While they watched from heaven.In a matter of minutes, everything he had was goneBuckets of water cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1888163/ I thought I was Rapunzel,With my long hair that was too short to reach the ground.Stuck in a tower of isolation. I wished to be Snow White.So I could bite an apple and fall into an endless sleep.But instead I hid in my empty castle.Away from the world outside the walls.Hallucinations from sleepless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1881700/ Yellow roses in her hairAs she danced around the roomUpon her ballet shoes.In the stories of her lifeShe made her family happyThey grew to be the onesTo dance in her footsteps.Her smile never fadedEven on those daysWhen the doctors told her no She fought them like a beast... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1847927/ Frozen pellets of snow thrashed against the window, as the last train raced through the chilling winter night.Six passengers sat in an eerie silence, all on for a different reason, and all waiting for their stop that was never to come.An old man sat near the back of the train. An old black and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1847838/ You’re as mad as a hatter, a hatter I say.I won’t try to hide it or even deny it, you’re as mad as a hatter can be. “But why am I mad?” that hatter once said, for he was as mad as could be. Maybe you’ve done something terribly bad, and that's why you’re mad .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1704718/ This world that was limitless now has expectations and limitations.But something has changed.The chains that are holding her back became tighter. People want her to be a speech writer.For her words have a meaning,This life is a journey, where we must escape from the chains of normality, break throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1704599/ Have you ever really thought about the world? Why the earth spins?Why we have night and day?Why there's sixty seconds in a minute? Sixty minutes in a hour, but only twenty-four hours in a day?Why are we born, and why do we die?Why can’t I reach the light?The light that lies at the end of the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1689449/ He could no longer remembers us. The disease locking away his memories.He no longer remembers the stories he once told me. The stories that made me smile.The stories we all remember, all of us but him. He was fading from this world, his soul leaving the earth forever. The earth that holds his home,H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1689448/ The other day one of my teachers asked me to write a poem using ten words that I found beautiful and ten words that I found ugly. This was the final poem that I came up with, tell me what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1665333/ You're standing on a cliff, looking over the edge wondering if you're ready. You try to turn back but a force pushes you forward, over the edge.You then find yourself falling, falling for seconds which turn into minutes. The minutes turn into hours and the hours turn into days. You're continuou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1643426/ I saw myself on the operation table,Nothing but a pale ghost,All colour drained from my body,Screams were coming from the nurse in the viewing room above,Muffled.Eyes, red and swollenChecks, stained with tearsOnly she caredOnly she wanted me to liveBleeding continued,Breaths got shorter,I could feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1643422/ The blood drips down your body,as the knife falls to the ground.The room  you stood in spins around you,as the world fades away.And that mirror you stood before shatters,causing its glass to fly, as it cuts you deeper and deeper with each piece.It's then when you realise the girl in the mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1559908/ As you run away from society, leaving the rules and lies behind you, a darkness starts to follow you. It haunts you, wanting you to give up. But you don't and keep running.Thats when It pushes you, and you find yourself falling. Falling over a cliff edge, falling off the edge of the world, and there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1516606/ The screams,The haunting screams,All those people,Calling for help,Help they'll never get.And I don't do anything about it.Then,Her screams,Her haunting screams,They start,Her begging for help.I know what happens.I hear her cries, I feel her sorrow, I see her pain.   Her ple.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1475633/ She stood there With a knife in her hand, ready to end it all. And I was just watching, not doing anything at all. It was like a dream, only I knew it wasn't.She told me she would do this, Told me I had to choose. Either way there was no winning.I could have told someon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1434311/ You stand at the forest edge, the voice calling you forward, “come find me”. You take a step into the forest, now submerged in complete darkness. You hear the voice again “hurry, you're running out of time”. You start walking toward a white figure in the distance. You start s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1422939/ The inspiration to write this poem came from two of my closest friends, and has problems that I think many teens face today. (this is coming from one) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1409677/ This poem is a little personal but I like the way it turned out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1275902/ Upon the angels arms I seek,I will pray for the weak,For all those I failed to help,and all the guilt I felt.And in those angels arms i'll weep,for all those who are the meek,for those who have no voice,to speak the truth of their choice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1203247/ wrote on January 20/ 2013. Didn't post it till today. I was going through a hard time and was pretty upset but it inspired me to write this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1157071/ This was a little story I wrote before my Grandfather passed away I never really wanted to talk about it but I think its time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmilyRatcliffe/1157066/