http://slow.writerscafe.org/aya_lambert The original writings of author aya_lambert en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776251481 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My choiceDeath is not a choice; itcomes randomly to random people. But my death was a choice. I could have livedlonger, but I choose not to. I hate life, I hate it! Death was my only hope.Everybody wants to live forever, but what is the point? Yes, you may say I’mcrazy, stupid, too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aya_lambert/1259506/ On a cold and dim night, were no light shone. Not even a ray of light from the moon covered with clouds. I heard a noise, disturbing and horrifying. It sent a shivering feeling through my spine; standing behind the bush I could see a shadow of two men laughing. Laughing in a very cruel and harsh way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aya_lambert/1166388/  I felt pretty goodabout what I was doing. But then a voice asked “who are you? Why did you break inour house?’ I am a poor little girl who lived in the drains for half ofher life with no parents, yeah, is that what I was supposed to answer to thatcute, young, and innoce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aya_lambert/1165791/