http://slow.writerscafe.org/inspiteofourself The original writings of author Katie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026606 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She couldn't believe she'd allowed herself to get to this place again. She couldn't believe she'd let this happen again. "Stupid!" she exclaimed angrily, slamming her hands on her steering wheel. She could feel the fire burning behind her eyes, but she refused to release it. She wouldn't cry. Not o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspiteofourself/1289438/ Andy had another good friend, Bailey, but the two of us never really got to know each other and always thought the other one hated us. However, one night, due to circumstances I don't remember, we all ended up together at Andy's mom's house in The Middle of Nowhere.  Hanging out with two frien.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspiteofourself/1270056/ In middle school, I began to dabble in drinking and smoking. And by drinking, I mean that me and a different friend of mine sometimes stole beers from her dad and pretended to be drunk off just one. The smoking was slightly more serious, but still not often.  However, one occasion where I indu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspiteofourself/1268412/ Anderson and I met in first grade in Ms. Warren's class. My first memory of her is the two of us standing in line, seeing as we were trained to be ants in elementary school. I was girly and sheltered, and my mother seemed to want a dress-up doll for a daughter. So, I wore dresses a lot - not that I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspiteofourself/1267382/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspiteofourself/1267362/ A girl at a party lets her mind wander to dark places. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspiteofourself/1208301/ A serious male nurse walked to me to this room - a waiting room. There was a fortitude about him. He was probably the nurse who grabbed one of the patients who was going crazy and held him down while they injected him with sedatives. I don't know why he'd taken me from one waiting room to another. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspiteofourself/1202877/ A fairly short story about what goes on behind closed doors and how every family has their secrets. I did it pretty quick, so I plan on revising it and maybe rewriting it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspiteofourself/1197200/ A pretty brief story I wrote after a friend of mine commit suicide. The story itself is fictitious, but for some reason it helped me understand what I was feeling at the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspiteofourself/1197172/ A female voice took him by surprise. He turned, but saw no one. Nothing but shadows seemed to accompany him in the apartment complex. He heard the voice again, and it drew him upward. There he saw a girl, her arms draped over the railing of the balcony and her head resting on them.  "How are y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspiteofourself/1195562/