http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kels_the_Killer The original writings of author Keli Renee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972853 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Denise, Rochelle and Allison lead completely different lives; they've never even met before. When fate brings them together to fight evil, will they blindly trust each other, or fend for themselves? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/513472/ Introductions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/493514/        "Eleanor? Eleanor, are you awake? Sweetie, don't do this to me..."       I sat up in bed and blearily looked at the clock on my nightstand. 7:30? Jeez, woman! I'm sleeping! Please, just GO AWA--     &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/492091/      "It's okay now. She went to sleep. You can stop crying."     "How can I stop crying? She called you worthless. She said she never wanted us..."     "You know how she gets when she's been drinking. She says some pretty stu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/491562/          There's no way this couch can be anything but ancient. It sags in the middle, as though too many people sat in that exact same spot over and over again until there was nothing left but this big 'ol crater. One big slump for couches...a thousand butt c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/490903/ This is basically a different version of The Write to Fight. Ellie and Quinn are still the main characters, but this time Quinn isn't dead. Ellie has a completely different personality. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/490884/ I'd rather die than be with youHe who made my skies cold blue.He who made me insecureHe who made this pain too pure.I'd rather choke than talk to youHe who tore my soul in two.He who made my heart feel deadHe who slept within my bed.I'd rather run than be near youI wouldnt st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/490881/ I see him walk, and my heart staggersTo hear him talk makes nothing matter. My heart does swell when he is nearI imagin his whispers, inside my ear. His smiles fall like needed rain,And his faults are enough to eclipse pain. But, alas! There she stands,He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/488603/ She sits alone inside her chamber,Picks and nibbles at toast of rye.The beggar life not once became her,Yet here she sits, in air too dry.Her dreams are filled with hope and laughter,Awakes to find that nothing's true.She looks for sun long saught after,Only finds deep empty blue.But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/487790/ Waiting: I sit all aloneMy knight in shining armourOn his way to me.  Only Without You: I would rather dieThan be stuck in this with youHe who broke my heart.  Unprotected:  The slight swell of fleshWould be a welcome childI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/487782/ The Identity of the elusive dead boyfriend is revealed! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/487710/           My name is Eleanor Brandt. However, if i ever hear you call me that after first introductions, you will not survive to tell the tale. I am essentially Ellie. I do not in any way, shape, or form look like an Eleanor. Got it? Good.   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/487102/ Ellie Brandt was in love once. He was the most amazing, unique, influential person she had ever met. They had what must have been the most perfect relationship in history. Then he got murdered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/487093/ This poem was written about an ex of mine. I loved that kid to death, even though it ended badly. I had a dream about him, and this is what resulted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/487087/          Like the Teenage God of the Bathroom Psyche,We write on this wall, confessing what we might be.         But if we never stop to figure out who we actually are,Then how will we ever find what it takes to ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/486633/  He said, She said, He's dead.Now everyone's screwed.I know I am, how 'bout you?You don't know?Neither do I.Nothing left but to do and die.Do and die?I won't even try.Depressed yet again,Not one to follow the trend.I stay hyped up.You keep being fucked up.Yeah, I went .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kels_the_Killer/486628/