http://slow.writerscafe.org/ThatPeculiarGirl The original writings of author ThatPeculiarGirl :3 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775491126 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Coming from a broken homeWatching her life fall apartShe was always so aloneA constant pain in her heartShe wondered the streetsNever looking for troubleBut she always got the heatLife was never subtleWith all her rage she began to danceFighting through her blood and sweatIt was just by chanceThat t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1292626/                  Thismust be what Hell feels like, that is, if I believed in Hell.  I could hear Jess’s screams, they werepiercing and seemingly internal. Now, there are only moments of silenceinterr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1273408/                  “Youtherefore, must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” Matthew 5:48                After yea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1269970/ When you miss someone it's like being stabbed, then twisting the knife each time you think of them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1267960/ It’s been too many weeksEach hour feels like a yearBut I won’t speakNo, I won’t shed a tearLast night you rang my bellA broken memory from my pastBeautiful creature sent from HellOur times could never lastYou begged me pleaseTo let you come home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1267950/ Short story about the scary future of global warming. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1267776/ When we are first born, it’s with one feeling; terror. Weare scared, yes. However, being scared opens the doors for something wonderfulto happen. Your mother showers you with kisses and soft coo’s to console you.Thus, gaining more feelings, and for the first time ever, stopping to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1264661/ The Girl inthe MirrorI see herevery dayI see herfake smile, laughing like she really means itI see howpretty she is, but she won’t believe itShe thinksshe’s uglyI try totell her otherwise, but she just turns her head away.I hear theway people talk ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1264622/ “Honor thy father, obey your fatherchild!” he would scream, as he burned another cross into my back.                “Honor me! Honor me!” I stayed silent. I knew better thanto speak against.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1264598/ A crisp breezeshuffled burnt orange leaves past my feet. I managed to crush several as wewalked home. The sun peered at us from behind a pair of Oak trees that hadbarely begun to shed. Its warmth made the wind bearable. We neared the chippedmaple door, stepping onto the porch scattered with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1264597/ A man angry with God believes that he can fix God's mistakes. So, he begins abducting teenagers to use their body parts to create his own Adam and Eve. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1264591/ I am the sun,I shine so bright.I am the moon, I glow at night.I give shine to brighten the day in every which way.I may be dark and cold, but I glow over creatures to beholdI make birds sing, and give people a cheerful ring.I make wolves howl, and catch criminals on the prow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1238566/ Pace yourself young childYou wouldn't want to grow up to fastBecause when you're my ageAll you will want is the pastPace yourself young child Your life is easy nowA stolen crayon, a missing shoefalling off your bike,and getting a "boo boo"Because when you are my ageIt's drama lies and tearsnot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1238549/ This is a narrative I wrote two years ago to raise awareness for bullying. Mason is also the main character in one of my horror-shorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1237284/ I've always been fascinated with death. This is what I have imagined my own funeral is going to be like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1236677/ A short poem generalizing teen love, but with a splash of specifics to my own love story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPeculiarGirl/1236674/