http://slow.writerscafe.org/yepyay The original writings of author yepyay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057430 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’m lying on the wet sticky floor.Blood, I think. But it’s not.I get up, feeling foolish.Laughter from the other room feels odd.It does not belong here.Or else, I am the odd one out.I want to leave. I don’t like the smell here.I grope for the doo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yepyay/1278126/ 23 March 1999 It wasone of those dazzling spring days when one wished to be somehow twice as big toabsorb more of the sun, inhale more of the flowery scent spread by the warmbreeze, glory in the awakening world. Thebeauty of the day was echoed by the laughter of chi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yepyay/1247210/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yepyay/1247208/