http://slow.writerscafe.org/Erica96 The original writings of author Erica en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775420178 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I loved you more then anything.You threw it back in my face without a second thought.Never thought i could hurt this much.Before you i was lost.You saved me from the hurt, and darkness.But you could never love me the way i loved you. No matter what i did, you let me die all over again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1194536/ This is one of my less dark ones. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1191366/ She cries out as his fist hits her face. Not the first time. SHe begs for forgiveness, and promises to never let it happen again. He grips her hair tight and pulls up hard. She screams out, his foot comes down hard on her hand. Breaking it, the pain was like fire burning through her body. Bruises, c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1191359/ You take one last breathe and you let go.Slowly your fingers slip off of the rail.The wind blows in your face, your hair flowing far behind you.You close your eyes, and a single tear runs down your cheek.Arms spread out, and a wave of relief goes over you.Finally free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1191353/ -He slowly brushes hisfingers through your hair. Then he slips his hand between your legs and startsto massage you. You can feel your adrenalin flowing through your veins fasterthan ever. Your heart starts to race. You hate this, you struggle to make himstop, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1189175/ -Outside, you are happy, fun,joyful, dwelling, and funny. Truthfully, the inside is gone. Empty, no feeling,no love, no pain, not helping. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1189173/ -“Hi”. That’s what it startsout as. It turns into conversation, then coffee, then dinner, then sex. Nextthing you know you are standing at an alter. For what reason are you in a whitedress, standing at an alter, in front of friends and family.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1189171/ -Sitting in a chair, in themiddle of a room. Four walls, a ceiling and a floor. Black, no color. The airthin, brutally cold. Wind swirling in a tornado the ceiling, then everythingstops. The feather floats back down onto the chair, no movement. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1189170/ -Your chest burns, you cansmell the burning skin. You are telling the truth, tears run down your face,burning as they hit the burnt skin. You scream at the top of your lungs, nouse. No one can hear you, your chest just hurts more. No use, helpless, itslike s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1189169/ -Your feet hit the floor as hedrops you, a sharp pain shoots up your legs and throughout your chest. He picksyour head up by your hair, pulling as tight as he can he whispers “Now who’sboss?” you cant scream, it hurts to much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1189167/ -Dust, on everything,everywhere. Brand new, all of it. Destroyed by dust. Not what I wanted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1189166/ -He feels the sharp, thornbranches smack against his nude, bleeding, and shivering body. Ignoring thepain he kept running. Coming to an almost complete stop, he falls to theground, skidding a bit. He, freezing, clothes less, and hurting, looked ahead.Meadows. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erica96/1189164/