http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ranger_Nadaly The original writings of author Ranger Nadaly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010137 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 noonoose, jimmy scandal, loss of all friends, idea of college, meeting hippy on tinder, having sex with hippy, falling in love, getting rejected by top school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1714862/ Eyes dry. Mouth wet. Face clean. Stomach flat. Chest ripe. Thighs shaped. Feet small. Hair perfect. Legs hairless. Vagina tamed. I repeat these ten rules to myself every morning and every night before bed. My bed consists of two blankets and a scarf as a pillow. I sleep in the corner of a demented r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1676927/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1676900/ I just don't know what... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1652966/ Throat coated from heat,Weed dancing in my body.My thumb trembling over the bowlHis eyes everywhere except me.Words soon become distant,And he realizes my existence.Grabbing me softly with his hands,His lips connecting us.Never letting go of each other after that.I find myself standing, bag still on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1625732/ I don't believe one can live life wrong. We all do what we think is best, meaning how can we tell someone else they're wrong? Nothing is black and white when the world is full of colors. Like grey, we have to know our perspective is not factual. For some, the execution of people with different opini.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1625149/ I failed. Understood. Phrasing my failure in three different ways doesn't change anything for me, I get it. I'm sitting here with patches of my once slick brunette hair in my peeled hands, and all I care about about is what you think. What are your thoughts about me? Emotions? Feelings? Are they neg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1572828/ I don't know. Its too complicated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1570737/ I'll admit my faults.Excuse myself when belching.Not cry during Fast and Furious 7.Stop snacking.Regret my grades.Laugh at my old pain.Cry at my new ones.Continue to believe in revenge.Not dress like a member of Grateful Dead.Relate to my family. Maybe.Get booze legally. Finally.Continue smoking mar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1556824/ My eyes won't close.My mouth won't stop."We are the angry mob ..."I can't stop.My voice grows with the crowd.I can feel the heat from the bodies closing in on me.I feel the subconscious fear, And the thrill ..Everyone's eyes are focused,There's no lack of intensity.I feed off my surroundings,Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1537766/ sit on the corner of the couch, no one else is in the house. I appreciate the lack of human contact as I shamefully sit in my gym shorts and robe, laptop in my hands, watching two women explore their bodies together in a rapid and grotesque way. Every few minutes I glance to reassure myself I am on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1535204/ Show God our strength.                 Ignore the Devil’s seduction.                Relinquish your body to God’s pleasure.  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1535196/ There's no such thing as an easy childhoodMomma told me.I'm so glad I had youMomma told me.Church is home, And you're the sun that wakes me up every mornin'Momma told me.I felt I knew her,Better than I knew anything.I loved her more than I loved myself.Daddy pretended not to know,Using his hour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1468959/ Cast of Characters:JANET - 16, Self cut hair, purpling bags under her eyes, a friend’s dirty shirt resting over most of her body, skinny jeans.CHRIS - 32, shaved head, face resembling a youthful Bruce Willis, navy button up with black suit pants.SETTING - Guidance Counselor’s office, rot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1459324/ Cast of Characters:PENELOPE - 24, sunken eyes, carelessly worn sweater, hand ripped shorts, red face.WAYNE - 20, deep wrinkles, unattractive stubble, sweatpants, Texas Tech shirt.SETTING: PENELOPE’s apartment in downtown Austin, late afternoon.(PENELOPE walks through the door, putting her over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1459320/ I used to picture myself under the overly large oak at the end of the road, headphones glued in my ears, waiting for a truck to offer me a life worth driving for. As if everything is worthless compared to the dreams I could live. Sometimes I still sheepishly smile to myself, imagining the buzz of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1439553/ Lust and love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1346715/ Comparing is not an option.If I resigned myself,To such torture,Wouldn't it be like suicide?They're faultless,Fresh with a scent of vanilla.Poise yet not elegant.Provocative yet not sexy.How could I try,Try and penetrate their barriers?The barriers that force thoughtsOf jealousy and competitionInto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1346545/ Orange and red lights cover the stage as Jolene by Dolly Parton plays in the background. A girl in tan shorts and a tank top comes off of stage right and runs downstage center. She catches her breath as people whisper "Jolene" at different times frantically from behind stage. The whispers are t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1330866/ Takes place in the south. Inspired by some old geezers I used to know in a place off of Smithville TX. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1227452/ About a woman recognizing her true feelings for women and not men. But is it enough? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1225212/ Inspiration on punk rock in the 80s-90s in Las Angeles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1224196/ A piece I believe in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1222780/ No directions, just the dialogue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1222773/ A love born between two people too different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1222266/ Little gross, little uncomfortable http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1222127/ My red velvet couch has never looked so uninviting to my tiring body. Never have I felt the urge to leave my prison cell and express ... express what? I don't know. As long as they could listen. Tell them something he can tell, and have everyone praise me for it.No longer feel desperate. So unu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ranger_Nadaly/1221768/