http://slow.writerscafe.org/love4writing The original writings of author Scarlett Brooke en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108782 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Everyday I wake.For some reason I still exist.Emma doesn't, but I do.And I don't know why.When things happen, like I get turbulence in an airplane, I wonder to myself, why it matters if I die. What am I holding on to anyway?I don't wish to pass. I just don't know why I'm alive when she isn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2851773/ Emma gets lost in the woods. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2836876/ Dear Emma,Writing to you is the only thing that makes sense. I had a dream last night I had another little girl, and I worried she would die too. I miss you. I love you. I feel like you're this thing in my past I'm not allowed to talk about. That it's a trauma I went through, and then you move .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2827383/ Silence. That’s all I heard after the birth ofmy daughter, Emma. I had gone to the hospital to check on her. It had been over24 hours since I had felt her kicks. I laid down on the bed anxious to see hersquirming around on the sonogram. The tech put the cold gel on my belly and we al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2776728/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2776727/ Dear Emma,Empty. Empty arms, empty belly, empty, crib. I am left withnothing but my own memories. And of those, there are too few. Kicks in mystomach. Finding out you were a girl. Seeing you wiggle inside me on a screen.And then the day they could no longer find a heartbeat. The day I woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2775755/ Dear Emma,Yesterday I told myself to have a good day. Not just formyself but for my sister. For your Aunt Becky. She has been a tremendoussupport, and I wanted to be better for her. We walked around Mt. Dora after mysecond vaccination shot for Covid. Glad to have that over with. It was nic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2775754/ Dear Emma,Three weeks. 21 days. And I finally have youhome. I finally have your ashes home. My sister took me to pick you up. When wegot home, before we got out of the car she said some beautiful words about youbeing with us. She always has the words I am too lost to say. She cried with me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2775753/ Dear Emma,My sweet girl. I finally got the nerve to look at thepictures my sister took of you, of us. You had your mother’s nose, and yourfather’s mouth. We will never know whose eyes you had. Each day that passes Ifeel more desperate to be connected to you. More scared that yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2775752/ Two weeks after Emma was stillborn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2775751/ Letters to my baby. Gone but never forgotten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2775750/ The music plays, the words are not thereBut the voice, the inflection, the incredible passionLike how you know your pup loves you; you don't need to talk, just listen, just let the feeling take you away.Your chasing an egg that's rolling away,It's very existence does not want to stayNot by you, or n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2163257/ Teaching is hell. I can barely afford my mortgage, my car payments, my utilities. This is my 5th year as a high school teacher and I'm making $37,000 a year. Our kids are fucked. Because people like me, or give a s**t about doing a decent job of caring and teaching for the kids, can't afford to cont.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/2149187/ Last weekend was my first weekend off the zoloft. I made an impromptu 7 hour drive to Miami followed by some wine time with my closest friends. 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She thought about both. She had currently been doing the former and didbt like the how her face was rounding out. So she ventured into the thought of cutting. What would that really entail? She didn't want to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/1779058/ And so she ran. From nothing and from everything.She woke up in a haze. Her vision was blurred, and her mind foggy and confused. She looked around at the four walls of the room she lay in, wondering where she was. Shrieks, cries, singing, and even laughter echoed in a chaotic symphony from all sides.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/love4writing/1777507/ Emma had long brown hair and a long, prominent nose. Her blue eyes sparkles amongst a canopy of long lashes, that made her look earnest and sincere.Although sweet, she was easily rattled and quick to loser her temper. 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