http://slow.writerscafe.org/mariahhh The original writings of author mariah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041427 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's an epic poem that I had to write for school, but basically it's the story of Samson and Delilah. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/615760/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/560635/ Halfway through the show, and still sober, Avery and I had both hooked up with two girls that were there. The one that i was with was lanky and blonde- the kind of blonde i recognized as fake, like on the boxes i saw at the grocery store when i was forced to go with my older sister. The one Avery w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/541616/ On a day where the sun ceased to breakthrough the gray clouds, a man sat alone on the corner of a street. He had noname and to most people, he did not exist. Some walked right through him,others around him- but whoever crossed his path did not do so on purpose. Noone could see him except.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/540420/             Anold man walked down the bricked street of an old Manhattan road in the year1919. He was mumbling to himself, something that madmen often do, or ratherjust the lonely. His hair was long, his beard overgrown. His eyes were deep setin his h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/540414/ That place had been like a prison. I visited it every day, and each day i found something new and quite un-related to anything i had previously known. If i had continued in my ways it would have, like the others, engulfed me. And eventually i would have fallen into the cycle that it is. Instead i m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/533289/ I was sitting on my bed, alone on a friday night. I lit a candle on my windowsill then pulled out a sheet of notebook paper and began to write. Day twenty two. Dear Alden, Today i'm even more confused then usual about why you left that morning. Things seemed good, like we could go somewhere. U.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/529684/ "Two... seven." "You can't just jump to seven!" "Six." "You have three." "Fine, three." "Better." We were driving to Estlin for a show. It was far away, about an hour. We were playing a very non-creative game of counting yellow cars. I kept cheating by jumping ahead numbers, Avery kept calling me o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/529485/ I am troubled. I can't think straight, i can't remember things, and sometimes (often times) i am not myself. I am a train wreck. It started when i was thirteen, and not even the doctors can pinpoint why or what caused it. It was just something that happened. i began to see things differently, and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/527909/ I opened my eyes and looked around. It was dark. I started feeling the ground around me where I had been lying. It was cold. That was when the fear rose up inside of me and i wondered how i had gotten where i was. I blinked a few times and tried to adjust my vision. It was useless. I concentrated h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/521096/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/521089/ It's that beautiful place upon a mountain where you feel infinite.And everybody hides their faces in the pity of the moment.And the little children fidgeting with their hands, their parents tell em to quit,but they don't quit, they can't figure out what those parents meant.When everything in the wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/521081/ Have you ever felt like you were just another raindrop in the sky? Just another clear drip that looks the same as anybody else? You aren't unique and you have no description. There's nothing to you. You fall onto the earth just like all the others. You travel through the atmosphere until you land w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/520532/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahhh/520531/