http://slow.writerscafe.org/M%26M The original writings of author MK and MF en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053173 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Basil, lilac, rosalyn and i laughed and jumped around the astronomy room. it had no roof, yet stayed warm even though the temperature was dropping outside, and the floor was padded so that we could lay down and watch the stars. hot chocolate magically appeared around the room, always just the right.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/500612/ Nothing happened.  Krisja had closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable crash as the two girls collided with the lawn.  But nothing happened. Cautiously, she opened her eyes a crack, then she peered out the window.  She gasped in astonishment, then she rubbed her eyes to make sur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/496662/ I couldn't understand it! Why hadn't Leora come home yet?! "Evelyn, honey, do you need anything?" "No, Momma." I said a little sharply. She looked at me worriedly, and I quickly corrected my tone.  "No, Momma, but thank you for asking me, I'm just worried about Leora." Ugh. the niceness made m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/495590/ "Momma?" "Yes, Evelyn? You want to talk with me?" I smiled inwardly, but I had a slightly nervous look on my face. "Um... never mind." I said. She looked up, and I felt a pang of disgust. She wasn't my real mother. She was a human. In my opinion, the only things humans are good for are to help rais.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/493977/ Krisja's shared a room at the very top of the house with Laurie. it had a large window facing the back yard, so Krisja hadn't been able to see it from the road. through it you could see the garden where carol worked almost every day and the orchard where Tom worked. the orchard was fairly large, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/493535/ Lilac and I rode like the wind past trees and shrubs. We were on a popular biking trail, easily passing the humans, huffing and puffing up the hill. Once we were out of earshot, Lilac leaned over. "They're kind of pathetic, aren't they?" I giggled, "Yeah, kind of." Elves are extremely physically fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/493268/ "Oh look!" came a loud, cheerful voice from the door of the farmhouse. 'She's here!' A tall, well-rounded woman with wire-rimmed glasses, short, light hair and a bright smile came down the steps. Her face was warm and worn from summer days in the garden. "Karsh! It's good to see you again!" The wom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/493211/ Lilac was waiting for me after school. I had to spend an hour helping the janitors clean the halls. Detention really wasn't too bad, just tedious.  "Leora, can you move any slower?! Come ON! We'll be late!" Lilac was very impatient. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Just let me get my bike." I smiled a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/492900/ "Hey Leora, do you think we could go to the mall after school today?" I smiled, Lilac Sweetwater and I had been best friends for about five years, we even had a secret code for everything. 'Going to the mall' really meant going to the Fairy Ring. Lilac is a changeling too, and the Fairy ring is whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/492852/ There is also my twin sister Evelyn... We don't talk much.... in fact, if we can help it, we don't talk at all. You see, my goal is to save the world, hers, is to take it over...     Did I mention we go to the same school? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/492837/ My name is Leora Singer. I am fourteen years old. This is my poor self portrait <photo>. You might think I am a typical kid, but any of my close friends would tell you otherwise. I will tell you some things though; like how my hair really is that shade of red, not just the color of the pencil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/492834/ This is the story of twin sisters. One pure, one with a black hole for a heart. They are elven replacements, the good sister's mission is to save the world. The evil sister's is to rule it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/492829/ Krisja sat dejectedly in the back seat of the minivan, contemplating fate. "Why," she asked herself, "is fate so cruel?" her inner voice answered inside her head, "it isn't only fate you know..." she pushed the thought away, stuffing it into a deep, dark corner of her brain and looked out the windo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/492044/ This is a story about a girl named Krisja that may or may not have magic powers. She is a foster child that just can't seem to hold onto a family. We're not sure where this is going yet, but we've got an idea. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M%26M/492042/