http://slow.writerscafe.org/ButterflyWriter The original writings of author The Butterfly Writer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775999059 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I had been working for Stoneside Innovations since I had graduated college only four months earlier. If you had heard that same statement from any other 21-year-old in this era you would ask questions; specifically, "Who do you know at S.I?" You see, Stoneside Innovations was the creator .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1377551/ I had been working for Stoneside Innovations since I had graduated college only four months earlier. If you had heard that from any other 21-year-old in this era you would ask questions; specifically, "Who do you know at S.I.?" You see, Stoneside Innovations was the creator of pretty much everythin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1377538/ Draenanand I were in the woods out by the small lake where my powers had beenawakened.Hehadn't stopped crying since he shared the story about his great-grandfather andhis brother. I wanted to do something to help him feel better, but I alsodidn't get t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1265856/ Danteand I went to my grandmother's house in the hopes that we could find out theday Dante's little brother would have his first transformation. We decided towalk there though so we could talk more, and so we could take the sneaky waythrough the woods and no o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1262868/             Meg and I met Tiffany at Cynthia’s apartment in the nicerpart of the city at one thirty Friday afternoon. We arranged for her party tostart at two, for just the four of us, then Luka was going to come around four... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1260639/ Even though I had been a sort of freak at my old school, it didn't mean I didn't have a friend. I wrote to him pretty regularly too. He, unlike the others, embraced my ability and even wished he could have been fortunate enough to be the same way. sometimes he asked me to rad someone's mind so he c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1252809/ The first night at the school was really interesting. I had decided to let loose my ability and get to know the other girls on the floor, in a sense. A couple had boyfriends who they thought about constantly, others were the exact opposite; just lonely. I found I had a lot in common with a few. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1250428/ Dante I woke up screaming again. This had been happening almost every night since Felicia had gotten her powers. I kept having the same dream of her being engulfed by the smoke and not coming out. Or, if she did come out of the smoke, she attacked me relentlessly and I couldn't fight her off or do a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1249738/ First days are tough, especially at a school where everyone can "get to you". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1246874/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1246849/ Meeting the Nature Hero http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1246232/ Nature FaeriesIt was the dawn of a new morning in the kingdom of Barithae. And even though the Queen Laetha and her son, Prince Mat, did not know it yet, this would be the morning that would change the fate of the Land itself.***Prince Mat  was wondering about the castletown when he stopped in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1246229/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1246227/ Draenan looked like he was about to let out a howl of help any second, but at the same time, I think both of us knew what this really was.  The awakening of my power. The smoke continued to billow around me and build. I felt hotter and hotter every second, like there was a fire growing in my s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1245253/ Prompt: “If you’re a girl, try writing from a guy’s point of view when he first meets a girl (or boy) he immediately likes.If you’re a guy, try writing from a girl’s point of view when she first meets a boy (or girl) she immediately likes.”I never really thought a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1243655/ Prompt: “Write about a betrayal of some sort.”Jonathan was finally coming home. It had been months since he left for his deployment and I couldn’t wait to be back in his arms again. I was afraid of course, of how much he might have changed, but that was why we had our motto:"We&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1243653/ Prompt: “Write about two exes who are meeting up for the first time since breaking up.”It had been two years since I had last seen Logan. Two years since he effectively broke my heart. I had recovered since then; gotten an internship at an amazing little publication, been hired to that p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1243652/ I had been working everyevening into night since Saturday and Tuesday was my first real night off. Iconsidered inviting a couple of the girls over to hang out for the night, maybesleep over, but Meg was with family until Thursday, and Tiffany and Cynthiaboth had w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1242777/ Another day at the hall was ahead of me. I wouldn't say I was looking forward to it, but I guess on some level I was. Today was the day, I was sure of it. I needed it to be.  I was so close.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1242234/ I met Draenan in our usual place. He was alone, but something was wrong. What it was I couldn't tell yet. At first I kept my distance, but when I knew there wasn't any danger, I went up to him and nudged him."You okay Draenan?" I asked."I guess so. My grandfather passed away last night." He said."Oh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1241747/ Prompt: “Imagine Ideas must be paid for. They are the currency. Are there literal “idea shops” or is it much darker and mysterious, involving extracting information from people’s minds? Is being creative, imaginative, actually dangerous in this society? Are people’s min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1240377/ Prompt: “Write about the adventures of a child who is flying a kite when it suddenly soars higher into the sky and keeps on going up, taking the child with it.” “Dylan! Be careful with that kite!” A woman’s voice called after her son.The young boy took no notice of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1240373/ Prompt: “Describe your character using just the items in his or her desk drawer.”She was looking for her favorite fountain pen. It had been with her a long time and it meant a lot to her since one of her closest friends had given it to her. While she was looking for it, she also came acr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1240371/ Prompt: “You (or your main character) are driving your pickup truck around the parking lot of a large mall, looking for a spot to park in.Your (or your main character’s) best friend is in the passenger seat, and she’s wondering why you regret the decision you made last night.&rdquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1240370/ Prompt: “Write a story about a young girl who hides herself away because of a traumatic incident. What happened? How does she view the world now?”"I’ll see you next week then?" My too-perky therapist asked at the close of our eighth session."Sure." I said indifferently."Same day? S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1240369/ A collection of short stories written from prompts on Tumblr. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1240327/ People often say that dreams mean nothing. That they are just what they are, or they are just electrical impulses firing off in your brain, and that what happens in them isn't significant. But what if one could harness the power of one's dreams, and make that energy, those impulses, something that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1239835/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1239833/ The next morning was a snowy one, which meant two things. One, there would be no school. And two, since everyone was keeping warm inside, I could meet up with Dante and we could go running without worry.Excited, I got out of bed quick and hoping to maybe meet the other wolf Dante had mentioned yeste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ButterflyWriter/1239813/ It was nights like these, ones with few stars, that made me think about how unique I was. At least, that's what my grandmother said. She said it was a gift and a curse. A gift because I would learn things no one else would be able to, and see things others could never see. 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