http://slow.writerscafe.org/joy_divingram The original writings of author Katie Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775457478 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She didn’t like to talk to people, yet she didn’t like being alone. That’s what I learnt about her. When we spoke, I was the one who did the most, and she’d sit, listening and rolling her cigarettes, one after the other, smiling or peeping a single sound; moan, grunt, a littl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1397063/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1357259/ My girlfriend's crazy and that's how much I love her too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1357116/ It's really hot today and I haven't properly seen my girlfriend in weeks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1276706/ There's nothing you can say and nothing you can do to make me think any less of you. Though that's only what I say now and god knows how our time will go.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1265946/ I'm waiting for my girlfriend and this is the result: me complaining about waiting and really nothing else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1262161/ This is just a quick descriptive piece of text from a story of mine about two people who become serial killers because they're too socially awkward to make friends any other way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1255976/ I romanticised the last month with my girlfriend in a poem kind of thing using a bonsai tree as a symbol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1255972/ another sonnet in the collection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1255015/ I had to write a set of sonnets for my shakespeare class and the teacher allowed me to do mine based on cynicism, this is one of the sonnets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1255009/ I remember once, we were sitting there; you had tea, I had coffee. And I spoke for ages about how I loved the bitter taste of my coffee, and I watched.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1255006/ I'm not really sure what this is about. Lonliness and drinking, probably http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1255002/ I just really wanted a cup of tea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1254945/ About a girl and stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1254943/ I just don't like people. I like possessions because they can't talk. Understandable? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1241163/ I tell myself every time that it's a bad idea; the worst idea. And if I do it, there's no coming back. Not literally, of course. I'll come back; I'll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1241161/ It's about a seriously disturbed girl who's sadness then forces her to stop talk. She becomes mute which draws the attention of the boy protagonist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1238869/ We'd sit there for hours on my apartment floor, piles of dirty clothes around us and a scatter of plastic, jars and unfinished books.  You would focus on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1238855/ Literally just four pages describing things I love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1238336/ PollyI knew this girl once; I met her in a psych ward. She wore her sleeves way over her hands, and occasionally she’d let me see the scars upon her&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1238332/ I remember being told to touch you and denying my want to; I tried to convince myself I didn't but then I looked at you. I looked at the way you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1238327/ As it clearly states, I loved a girl once. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1238322/ I want you to have a key to my apartment, not so you can be there all the time but so you can sneak in, surprise me and love me like I want&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1238317/ Short story/poem based around love and cynecism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1238316/ About a girl describing her two favourite things, despite her own advice to not love one of those things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joy_divingram/1238313/