http://slow.writerscafe.org/IntoYourArms The original writings of author hannahspelledbackwards en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013760 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 August 28, 2012 I know I probably should've wrote you before now considering it doesn't really matter, but I really need someone to talk to sometimes because everything gets too loud. I need someone who can relate to me and tell me that everything is going to be okay and I just feel like you have al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/1197554/ Sitting next to you is like breathing in the fresh ocean air as the waves kiss the Downtown Chicago shore.It's like coming home after a long while and smelling your mom's sweet potato casserole, dying to have more.Feeling your embrace is like feeling the breathtaking sun on your inviting skin after .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/1193403/ "My heart is drowning in a sea of false hope that you once fooled me into thinking was trustworthy." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/1084797/ I’ve never been so speechless and without any thoughtsIn my head, which is blasting a thousand miles and hour.I never expected this to come so sudden and I’m caughtIn the middle of a love that could soon be ours. The day my eyes first saw you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/1053511/ Layers of flesh, which do not agree with me, surround myawakened soul. The mirror reveals all the things that are not I,Nor anything that I’ve come to be. The girl whom I recognize is not one I should reside in. She hates herself; she isn’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/1053509/ Someone taps on the passenger's side door three times. I don't even realize that I jumped so high that my head hit the car ceiling. The dark figure has long hair and something heavy around their torso: a fur coat. It must be a girl. Relief floods through my veins and I take a deep bre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/972233/ I was so close to getting the information that I needed. So close. It might not have been the perfect opportunity, but the fact that when I do ask, if I do, she'll know that I knew at that moment when I strangely stared at her without relent. But maybe it isn't her. Maybe it wasn't even in tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/970534/ "Chase, I need you to take this box of condiments to the back. You can have your break then," Tim loudly says on the other side of the room. A break. Finally. "Will do."Work seems to go much slower on Thursday's, probably because Friday was the next day. I hate Thursday's. After I retrieve the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/970526/ Well maybe everything is supposed to make sense one day. Hopefully I'm not striving towards a goal that will just crumble in my hands when I achieve it. Everyday seems harder to understand life and what I'm doing here. I hope to find the day it will all make sense. I hope to accomplish everything I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/945489/ Emma Ruth WatsonChase Dean Parker Chapter OneI’ve never been a morning person, or even much of a morning anything for that matter. Second period is the worst. It’s still the morning, but the last class before lunch, and your stomach seems to be completely empty even though you had a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/919211/ Have you ever found something on accident, something that you never intended to see? Perhaps even something you didn't want to see, but you saw it anyway. It stared at you intently, never relenting, until your eyes finally gave in and regretted it the minute they did so. Well, I have.I have fou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/896367/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/896357/ Love doesn't exist to meI will no longer open up. Because I've tried so hard to bethe person I'm made to be,but yet I feel no love. People smirk in disguise,saying how one day I'll be fine,Because right now, I'm blind. But I sit, stare and deny,knowing that they're obliviously wron.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/843000/ I'm sorry I believed you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/812348/ shattered (v.):occurs to us when the ones that we rely on break their word.occurs to us when people aren’t always what they seem.So here you are,You beckon me,You reach your hand towards me nowAnd I can't speak.And so it goesLike it's always told:"You never knowWhat you've got 'til it's gone.".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/799716/ And here you come again With a new title to a new songFar much beautiful than the otherAs if it had been the plan all alongAnd as we talk amongst the softly spoken others,I get lost in the eyes I fell in love with.How long it has been since I've done soThe eyes of the one to anything I'd giveBut the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/795077/ Auria's Point of View:The following months proceeding the day Braydon and I exchanged an agreement of our liking of one another were as interesting as the day we did so. My parents were so wrapped up in Courtney and Blake's wedding so much that they didn't even bother to know I existed. Which, of co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/787539/ Auria Reynold's POV:Asking Braydon Turner to join our youth group that night was not something I was happy about. All of the questions and having to talk to someone you haven't talked to in years was just so awkward and creepy to me. We both knew we didn't want to talk to each other, and to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/787523/ Braydon "Cal" Turner's POV:Chapter Three"Cal, come help me with my bags in the car," my dad called to me from the garage door of the house. He had just gotten back from a business trip. When I got up from my bed, my head was throbbing with pain. I'd never drank more than I did last night and I was n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/786691/ Auria    I was sitting in my family's dining room that Sunday afternoon for lunch. The whole ordeal was so original it made me sick. Our house was the infamous American dream: It was a white house with blue shutters, the front porch went all the way around the house, (yes, we had a po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/782253/ Hey, I existed.I laughed at your jokes even if they weren't funny. I listened to you when no one else cared. I may not be the most beautiful girl in the world,but I have a beautiful heart. That heart, I gave to you so willingly. I placed my heart in your hands, as if it was nothing but a piece of pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/772680/ The gift of expression is so beautifuland yet so intimidating.One must show others how one feels deeply, either for something or for another. However, when the expression has made a sharp turntowards the topic of love,it then becomes something to be shunned from. Why?Why is it so hard to express one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/770174/ The letter that will forever remain unread. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/764166/ FML http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/763024/ Holy is the Lord God Almighty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/753995/ Dear God,I can't stop thinking about how it could be. I'm such a secret hopeless romantic. I'm going to admit it. I LIKE SETH WEAVER. Ok so now that its cleared up. I'm up to whatever you want. I'm not going to go for something you don't want, so if this door is closed because he's going to college .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/749459/ I miss You so much. I can't wait for Snowbird so i can learn more about You and grow closer with you! I know I shouldn't wait for that but i dont know. Please keep my mind off of boys. Unless you have a plan soon. I just dont want to waste my time anymore. if you want me single right now i need to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/744696/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/744689/ For living is not just the breath we breathe, It's what we make the air to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/744003/ Auria    I'm fully aware that church to some may be their own personal hell, or so they think, because in reality we all know that they have never been. However, church to me is like sipping a sweet cup of hot chocolate, or perhaps tasting that delicious smoothie I've been dying to dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/742755/ Part I: The MiddleAugust 14, 2004Braydon Turner's POV: I've heard people say you do what you gotta do. Sometimes you just have to do things that aren't right, even though you know it's wrong. I really never understood why I agreed to go with Jordan tonight. I knew the minute she asked it wouldn't be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/740565/ I still miss that graceful silhouette That perfect voice inviting me inThat sweet gesture so tempting and trueThose little things that remind me of youI still miss that lovestruck faceThat tilted head so perfectly in placeThat beautiful stance that caught my eyeThose addictions that once consumed my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/739932/ Pretty gothic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/736794/ "nd as I look upon your moonlit face, I catch a glimpse of hope in this wretched place. Maybe I won't be alone forever, because to God forever is a day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/731797/ PROLOGUEFor those of you who live and breathe happy endings, who insist on following your heart because, well, it's what you're always told, and also who are destroyed because you realize that things aren't always what you expect, then my story isn't for you. Well, to be honest, this isn't e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/726851/ "Liar, liar.. you never called. But I'll be just fine, yeah, I'm fine; sleep well." -Lydia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/711359/ "The wicked draw their swords and string their bows to kill the poor and oppressed, to slaughter those who do right. But their swords will stab their own hearts, and their bows will be broken. " http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/707152/ "A faithful friend is the medicine of life." - Ecclesiastes 6:16 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/697625/ I understand Your truth,I understand Your path. But I don't understand this aching pain,And how I suddenly feel Your wrath. Could you help me heal this broken heart?It's been stolenI can't seem to catch it backWhy is everything falling apart?My heart became swollenOf his love that forgot what I lack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/689776/ The end.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/677143/ Haven't you always wanted to ask God anything? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/665799/ Is this you giving up?You choose now to end it?Didn't you know how hard I foughtSo we could keep this?You know, I believed you. I believed you when you said you cared;That what you felt was, for once, true,And nothing could compare. Please tell me, what happened?Did I do something wrong?Was it somet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/663836/ And when you started to talk to me, it's as if I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel. After all these years of walking in the dark, the light finally showed up and set me free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/662010/ Conversational poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/661817/ It's so forbidden, yet genuinely welcomedOnly by myself Who once built up the walls now crashing all around.Don't dare make a sound,For I can't break this constant falling.  It's as easy as the leaves on their trees, Colors changing fluently, Then falling to their hopeless fate;Never to take,bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/656886/ Poem about surrender http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntoYourArms/653987/ Auria Reynold's POV:Okay, so it was true that I had avoided Braydon's presence the past month. Coward, I know. 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