http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cath The original writings of author Cath en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016735 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm cold. In fact I'm freezing my butt off, but then again you usually are when you've been sitting on cold concrete in the rain for two and a half hours -waiting for your mother to pick you up from school.Then you get me -the clever one who decided to turn down every offer for a lift home. Nice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cath/1430941/ Why do I run around in circles in this dark and empty place ? It's clod and dark and I don't want to be here, but I'm scared to death of the prospect of leaving . Who knows what's lurking in the the outside world. Surely it's better than this place? That's problem number one. Number two is that I ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cath/1220055/ Why do I run around in circles in this dark and empty place ? It's clod and dark and I don't want to be here, but I'm scared to death of the prospect of leaving . Who knows what's lurking in the the outside world. Surely it's better than this place? That's problem number one. Number two is that I ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cath/1220010/ Sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night. Sometimes I still hear the screams, feel the agony... But the nightmares didn't happen sometimes-they happened every single terrible night... But I had to move on. I WOULD move on. A new beginning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cath/1219978/ Bunny's love carrots . Dolphins love the ocean.I love you. I walk over to the edge of the cliff- looking out at the deep blue sea , with the waves breaking on the shore - I sit down and dangle my legs over the ledge and place the picnic basket next to me . There was a smell of salt In the air, the g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cath/1205007/ I sit here in this cool dark place , paralyzed with fear . I can hear the screeching ,the cries for help - but I can't move . To feel their trembling vibrating through the floor, the cold hands that sometimes grab my ankle- trying to pull me down with them , wanting my flesh roll down their throats http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cath/1204692/ It is just a short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cath/1204601/