http://slow.writerscafe.org/ainaaabdul The original writings of author ainaaabdul en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043671 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I think I suck at this one. Don't you think so? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/620003/ this was actually my english homework (bleh! :P) and i am so so soo oo oo bored that's why i add it in here (bleh! again). well what.e.ver. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/521468/ “This is Queen Sahara, your real mother.” Mom finally says in the smoothest voice, and I turn around to look at where she might be pointing. She is pointing on a framed photo, violent enough to be flattering. In the photo was a lady, a white lady, wearing a very elegant soft-blue colored.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/513440/             Later that afternoon, I stumble upon the stairs to my bedroom. I am still thinking of that pendant. That scary pendant. And what puzzles me most is that mom didn’t even notice the pendant hanging around my neck. She didn’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/513439/             In the east, the sun is rising eagerly, wanting to show its shiny face so much so that the people in the Long Island get sunlight. It was a Sunday, and it was a really sunny day. And yet, no one would have thought today is a really l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/513428/             I listen to the sounds of metals and irons clinking to each others and the sound of cracks of fires in the fireplace. I open my eyes in a tired manner, and my eyes look about. Where am I? I stare at the thing formed in front of me. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/513424/             Okay, don’t make the slightest movement. I stand still and stare at the man with wide, interested eyes. I’m actually not surprised to see a man clinging on my window; instead I’m surprised to see a man with wings. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/513423/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/513422/             The sweet wind of spring blows gently against my cheeks. Those lovely birds sing lovely songs at me while sitting on the branch of the maple tree grown just exactly out of my bedroom window. I smile at them, meaning I have approved t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/513415/ this story is about a princess who were forced to be married at an early age. she then found a charming young man who seemed to make her wonder mysteriously about the young man's background. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/513414/ this one--i dunno http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/512151/ i really dont know why the heck did i ever write this freakin story. its not at all a story yea i know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ainaaabdul/512150/