http://slow.writerscafe.org/April_Lonestar The original writings of author April Vickery en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776098053 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Friday 3:57pm I grab the door of the coffee shop entrance and pull the steel handle towards me. The copper bell held onto the long push bar inside of the door chimes, “She’s here” and all the patrons look up to see who dare disturbed them from their soy mochachinolattes with extr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/774570/ Where other people have a brain that is a small mound of grey colored mush that controls the body, I have an office. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/774565/    "Don't stop writing." This is the condition for the condition my condition is in currently. So, here I am with yet another journal. Pleather. Pink. Lined sheets. All of them so soft and fresh. I flip my thumb through the pages and close my eyes as I bring my nose close and smell the swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/774560/ I had my headphones on pretending to listen to the my iPod. I had turned the music down and had been eavesdropping since 42nd street when the man had decided that since he and I and she were the only ones on the bus, they could argue. He figured I couldn't hear him. She was beautiful. Her skin was d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/576265/ He’s still sleeping. We had a rough night. That was A LOT of tequila. He really impressed me. I’m a drinker. I’m a big girl. He’s so small and thin in my arms. I had my first drink when I was 12. Screwdrivers. I was with my older neighbor and her s****y mom. They p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/510256/ I made a vow once before God and my family and friends and I broke it. I am a horrible person.  I ruined not one but two relationships, uprooted the lives of innocent children, made my closest friends lie for me and to me to keep me happy, and put myself in a financial state that I can no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/509344/ I hate when I lay in bed and my mind is racing and can’t stop on a subject. I hate it because I don’t lie to myself very well. I know it could settle. I just don’t want the subject matter it’s going to pick. I play it’s twisted little game and take the “do-ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/503848/ She’s so beautiful. Every time I look at her, I feel like I should be thanking her. I don’t deserve her. She’s so intelligent. She doesn’t let anyone know though. She hides it. She says she does that because when people realize what you’re capable of, they take advant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/501512/ You know when you get the first taste of the high? You can swear that you hear your heart beating in your ears. Your hands shake and your blood runs cold. Everything around you looks and smells and feels and sounds and tastes so wonderful. You can’t stop smiling and laughing. Everything is f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/497436/ The support group welcomed me every week even though I never shared. They didn’t mind. They understood I wasn’t ready. They had all been there. We always hugged at the end of the hour and met up again in the same hall. I made it a point to wear the same old hoodie and jeans each week. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/497433/ She said she hated rainy days. I lied and said that I loved them. I didn't tell her the truth. I try to not agree when someone says something in a negative manner about something inanimate that can't help being who it is. It's starts conversations that go nowhere. That's why she is my friend thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/497431/ I sat there listening to him speak in hushed tones. One ear had the smooth musical stylings of Phil Collins asking for one more night through the uncomfortable ear buds that came with my MP3 player. The other ear was him. Like I said, his tones were hushed and husky. He'd been drinking again and w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/497430/ I looked at myself in the mirror and asked, "Didn't you have it all? Weren't you the girl that everyone wanted to be the one time?" I was excited to see myself like a housewife meeting her favorite soap opera star in real life. I then was quickly disappointed to find that the star was just another.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April_Lonestar/497427/