http://slow.writerscafe.org/Adela%20Muresan The original writings of author Adela Muresan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990389 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 no the title doesn't have anything to do with sex... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/1242372/ Optimistic poetry :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/1127386/ Something I wrote in the library. While a librerian was looking for the books I needed for my license paper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/699642/ about someone i use to know, loved and lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/590753/ my mother thinks i will become nothingbut than again she was wrong before i will be a w***e before i return to my homethis static placei know if i will remain confined iside my family i will reamin sutpid and wierd i hate being here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/532218/ i knew you loved mei saw it in your eyes  sometimes we seemes as puzzle peaces fiting togheter as one but that was just a trick you learned to fool the ones like me pity you noticed what i was only when i had fledpity i was stupid to have chosen you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/532216/ You make me act stupid. I hate you for thatas much as i have avoided you your memory still creeps in my mindslowly eating up the tissue of my heart i do not know if in the time i lived if i managed to lift a maskor if i ever felt the love i claimed even if it is useless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/532212/ I don't want no caffe let's go home and have real sex    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/532205/ ITZ SHORT!! read and review :D:D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/505479/ About pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/357923/ Delicate words with longing� http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/336985/ About life principles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/332493/ I'm so f****n' happy I got my muse! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/330006/ Aaaaaa...just read it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/321438/ when you feel like crap and you don�t know why http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/319793/ Love  is the breeze  that caresses your skin when you wake up after a deep slumber  the reason for the ascendance and the beauty  death and the new sunrise  is born from nothing.     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/317024/ Just a thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/316270/ No offense to Christians http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/314048/ Who wants another love poem?!? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/311728/ Short story about evil and the human soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/310959/ Just a little thingy for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/310105/ Whnat I feel. What I want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/305047/ Living between selves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/299403/ Hmm�kindda� narcissistic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/295670/ Selections were roaming on the corridors, while Min Kein Aa Ma Rost was being carried by four white weavers to the Member’s section. She felt her entire body weak, and closed her eyes leaving herself pray to the long awaited rest, after her microherns in labor. Min hoped that her child would b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/294067/ Gee he’s hot …   my greedy sinful heart skips a beatat your voice killing the silence.A million thoughts tempt me when my gaze bites you. Baby baby if you only knewall the ways I want to devour you,you wouldn’t look at me and see the little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/291840/ Sad sad poem :( . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/291134/ Selections were roaming on the corridors, while Min Kein Aa Ma Rost was being carried by four white weavers to the Member’s section. She felt her entire body weak, and closed her eyes leaving herself pray to the long awaited rest, after her hours in labor. Min hoped that her child would be a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/291008/ Entire Dee Orenesaleem, was speaking about, little Daine who was hopefully going to take Partian’s place before they got ripped I some battle. Selections, received 20 microherns off from training to celebrate the royal ofspring in the Trance Doone. The Doone was the place where mos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/289548/ Entire Tarana knew that deep inside Dee Orenesaleem, the future shaper of the weaver civilization was about to see light for the first time. Weavers gathered outside the complex’s massive chain awaiting to know about the health and the sex of the strongly desired child. The chain shaped, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/288829/  Long years have passed since the humanity, forsake the legend of the white cosmos that cannot be penetrated by materia.  A story told in the early eras, recanted of a place where miracles were fashioned out of plain air, and men died of afflictions they created. People pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/288786/ Just an idea� evolved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/288783/ About the cruelty of something we can�t repress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/286749/ Another love poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/286170/ Funny how many things stay hidden�in the silence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/285013/ Just an opinion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/284052/ Not the best sad poem I�ve written� but I had to put my ideas down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/282995/ Here�s to Lake of tears- Spining around http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/282361/ You ay think I�m a ho, because I write naughty stuff but I would be incredibly egoistic to keep it to myself. Here�s a story about how we let happiness pass us by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/281423/ a reflection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/279977/ Phill finds meets the woman in the picture, and they talk... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/276492/ Bleeding words with foolishness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/274499/ Phill understands the fact that the spirit wants something from him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/273807/ A dangerous escapade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/272626/ About the gifts of love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/271515/ Phill ahs another dream ,this time about Cara�s childhood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/270228/ A reminder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/268034/ Details over Pills live, and his depart to find Cara http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/267798/ Phill receives some useful information. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/267445/ About giving your hart away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adela-Muresan/267034/