http://slow.writerscafe.org/MaryBlack The original writings of author burnhouse en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021712 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 sweaty palm in sweaty palm. left leg joins the right one. her face before mine feels like the right one. right foot joins the left one. I no longer feel like the left one.she’s just learning how to dance and it’s easy to carry her on my toes - our worries fell off our shoulders.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1984573/ Among all the wrecked ships, you've found Atlantis within me. From the very first time you dived into my mind �" accidentally, slipping off the cliff of Pure Friendship, I knew you weren’t meant for safety coasts. The waves of my love have never been steady, but you didn’t dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1788024/ With many a quick glance,you were painted onto my heartColorful paint that’ll never dry outI love you in the darkthe stars are our light�" As you’re mineWhile we kiss into the nightI love you through the morningsearly sun makes our shadows brightI dance in the rain of your st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1788022/ Words of fictional love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1788020/ Trigger warning for mentions of suicide and violence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1636770/ Starter written for a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1616374/ What is to be said about a boy who keeps the truth to himself?One thing’s for sure: eternal ride to the unknown, that’s what he’s always struggled for his life to be.Born in a small town near Versailles, late summer of ’97, Claude (Chevalier) was given to his family as the th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1616362/ This will be where I'm going to save little drabbles, solos, startes and so on, for my original roleplay character that might develop into something more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1616342/ Roleplay solo. Pfft, not too happy with how this turned out, but better this than nothing. Shall also get my butt here more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1498793/ This is my starter for a roleplay. The characters are Mark and Luke, serial killers, twin brothers from the tv show The Following http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1491514/ Who am I?I was the dust that once was the Chaos I am a fragment of the worldI am a drop in the ocean of people that expands every dayMy hair is the grass that is refreshed every morning - just like my life should be refreshed with every sunriseMy eyes are reflections of the Saturn's rings - just lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1332291/ Hey, turn your heart off!I don't like its programs, I don't like the people it has trapped inside.Let them out!And let the right ones in.The remote is in your hands and you've got to keep the grip tight.Unless you want a fight?Don' let them manipulate you;Turn your heart off,or at least change the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1332274/ I tried to make it everything seven, because of a writing prompt I ran into, so it's a wee bit... I don't know. Something. Too simple? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1332266/ I have no idea, honestly, I just had to clear my mind a little via pressing letters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1332254/ You bathed in the moonlightI was showered with your perfectionWe were swimming away from our fearsThe soft feeling of your skin was dripping down my fingersin the lake made of my tearsThe ocean kept the color of your eyesnever caring if we changed our ways http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1304461/ You - Angel, and Iwe aren't much differentboth fearing loveYou, the attic for memoriesalways chasing pastholding Lost Things' handI, the trash can for feelingsalways chasing perfectnessholding Sadness' hand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1249828/ I was forcedto accept this... this worldlike Persephone was forcedto accept that... that worldI was forcedto accept the sounds of people's bitter wordsmistakenfor the barks and growlsof HellhoundsI was forcedto accept cold lookscolderthan the bladeof Reaper's scythe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1249295/ after everything you said - everything you've told metears are all that's leftonce againyou aren't here to hold meyou never really werehow am I supposedto trust peopleto let them rip my heart in two(or even more pieces)- wish it was more closedit never really wasIact like I forgotthe dimple on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1248847/ May you be my Apolloand I may beyour muse.May you be my godso I mightuseyour voice as a sound to wake me up in fresh morningsto sing me to sleep in snowy nightsuseyour chest as comfortto support me when the darkness come too closewhen I need to feel like homeMay you be my Apolloand I may b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1248803/ Annabel's point of view poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1248772/ do youdo you ever, ever wonder;why do leaves fall why the nice things fade awaywhy we sometimeslose our waydo you ever, ever wonder;why do flowers diewhy does a mother crywhy do you ever, ever wonder;why are clouds grey at timeswhy does the sun shine lesswhen everything seems like a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1248741/ I press my finger to her lips. They’re stillwarm and I’m scared of the thought of them becoming as cold as this night thatcursed us; that removed my only will to live. I will never hear the sweet soundof my name, or that funny song she used to sing when we were just two carelessc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaryBlack/1248578/