http://slow.writerscafe.org/Johanna_Rae The original writings of author Johanna Rae Reyer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021717 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The pain of depression given a physical form. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1402682/ A fight of the inner monsters of people who suffer from mental illness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1398350/ A story about a sickly women who likes to make quilts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1381734/ An inner monologue with struggling with depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1381694/ Teach me to breath,I'm smothering.Teach me to walk,I'm stumbling. Teach me to talk,I'm choking.Teach me to shine,I'm fading. Teach me to fly,I'm falling.Teach me to live. I'm dying.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1381689/ A sleepless conscious' inner monologue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1372365/ What I do and what I see,I can't see them, hear them like I used to.The world has shifted to left. All the colors are dull, they look grey. There's a faint static in my ears. Nothing sounds the same. The tips of my fingers are calloused,what I touch isn't what I feel. I'm fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1372332/ An inner monologue of someone struggling to find self-worth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1372260/ A Shakespearean sonnet I wrote for my English class about myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1286128/ All these people are staring at me,wide-eyed, unblinking, accusing.God knows what they think about me. All their thoughts festering and multiplying inside their heads,the dark and twisted things they see.The dark and twisted things they see about me.Their eyes are blind but they think they can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1262975/ There was once a lonely girl. Everyday in school she sat with her head tilted down, not looking at anybody. Shehardly talked to anyone. Every day she wondered why no one liked her. What hadshe done wrong? Was it the way she dressed? Was it the television shows sheliked? Her speculation w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1262830/ The demons are watching,I see their pearly teeth grinning in the darkness of my mind. Their fleshless fingers scratch into my skin,but the wounds are only available for my eyes.  They sit on my back,they hold my hands. My companions whisper a soundtrack of their thoughts deep in my ears w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1250420/ In which the Executioner and everyone else is surprised by an unexpected turn of events. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1198036/ In which a girl stands for murder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1197614/ In which all beautiful things are not what they seem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1197532/ In which the world of darkness is saved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1197514/ In which a promise is exchanged, and inadvertently broken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1197493/ A hunter stalks her prey http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1197472/ Tear my skin apart with your words,crack and break my bones with your touch,let me wallow in your thoughts,so that you may breathe into my broken lungs,and wipe the dust that's settled in my mind.For, Darling, when I'm with you,I'm actually alive.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johanna_Rae/1187515/