http://slow.writerscafe.org/roses1802 The original writings of author Lindsay Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776357272 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Through my five year old eyes,everything is new and confusing. I have never seen a place like this before.The ceiling is so high it makes me feel like a LEGO person and the walls arepainted in gold. There are rows and rows of benches organized like a classroom,except there are no desks. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses1802/1203922/ A young adult find her grandmother who was supposed to have died of cancer years before. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses1802/1203915/ Buzz, buzz, buzzsays my alarmI react immediatelyand silence the foeyawnIt’s7:30too early for meI didn’t catch sleepuntil close to 3amgroanIpray the coffee is readyPlease God!Pouring is easy,Once I get out of bedsighMyslippers waitbut the air is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses1802/1203912/ SometimesI wish I could break youlike you broke me.Though my heart won’t let me‘causeI love you still.I can’t write about anythingbut you lately.Youlive in my dreamsand fuel my inspirationI can’t get you out of my headAndit’s starting to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses1802/1203907/ Wind makes my hair danceand burns the exposed skinon my faceI’m flyingNothingsaid or heardother than the rumble between my feetand the wind skimmingswiftly over my earsI’m flyingIwrap my arms aroundthe cosy body in front of meas he pats my legand speed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses1802/1203905/ you’re not themost attractive thingI’ve seen, butyou’re themost remarkable thingI havethere’snothingI wouldn’t doto see thattwinklein your eyesthatflashof excitementof contentmentyou get when youlook at mewhenyour armsare .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses1802/1203903/ This is a piece of prose that I plan to extend somehow. Maybe into a horror story or crime. I haven't worked on this in a while and need some inspiration on where to go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses1802/1203900/ A lonedandelion stem growsSurrounded by a million blades of grassStalks of alphalfa barrier the long plantFrom the view of an antThe round fluffiness of the dandelionIs framed by multiple clouds and dark blue skySome kids play soccer on the uneven fieldBelow the throne that theLone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses1802/1203899/ The Lantern A large,open field,blanketedby mist.The onlyknown bodiesare thosebelow the gravestones.Lifelesstrees form aforbiddingmood.A breezeslips through the frail fingers of the treesand stirsup the dust on the ground.The fullmoon i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses1802/1203891/