http://slow.writerscafe.org/Whitefireheart The original writings of author Brianna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775481841 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "I know it hurts.." she whispers, carving off another slice of skin, "I'm sorry, I truly am." Blood drips from my arm onto the concrete floor. A shudder runs through my body, goosebumps cover my flesh. "I wish I didn't have to do this." Her voice grates against my ears, hoarse and dripping with sarc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitefireheart/1554277/ 50 years ago...1964...'He's dead''Did you hear about the kid?..''Hung himself..''Basketball ring net..''Peter found him..''Poor guy..'The whispers hush as I walk past groups of people. Head down, hands in my pocket. But I know what they are talking about. How I found the sadistic school bully, Jonat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitefireheart/1413077/ Once Upon A TimeThere Was A GirlShe Wasn't The PrettiestOr The SmartestOr The SkinniestShe Was TeasedFor Having Bad AcneFor Getting A 'C' AverageFor Being A Size 20 So She DecidedThat She Was Going To Change First She Started With Her AcneIt Cleared Up SoonNobody Noticed She Was Still Bullied T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitefireheart/1413076/ I wrote this on my iPod, there is bound to be plenty of spelling and grammar mistakes. Thanks for reading. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitefireheart/1315365/ The continuation of number ONE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitefireheart/1309678/ Chap 5 The first zombie squeezes through the passage. I shove a knife through it's brain. I can't risk drawing the zombies in, so I'm saving my gun. The zombie slumps and, oh dear lord.. It's Shawn, from school. We were mates...I lay him in the passage, creating a small barrier. As I stand back anot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitefireheart/1285152/ Argh, I sigh and drag my heeled feet down the hall. 'Lara, get it together! Please, do this for me?' My mum says, exasperated. I roll my eyes and groan. My mum is forcing ME, a 20 year old woman, to go to this stupid charity party. She is apart of it and they invited her. She made me come because sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitefireheart/1285147/ Ah the years of the teen.Moody, grumbling, years of the teen.Disobeying, going out, years of the teen.Wanting, wanting, years of the teen.Heartbroken, teary, years of the teen.Screaming matches, tantrums, years of the teen.Boyfriends, drinking, years of the teen.Growing up, realising, years of the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitefireheart/1262282/ If anyone has read the 'Warriopr Cats' series by Erin Hunter then they will have heard of this type of story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitefireheart/1257367/ Their scent flows with the breeze, faint but there. I shiverand look at my feet and see the red drag marks along the road. I bite mytongue, stoping myself from crying out as I hear a quiet moan. I run the restof the way home. Chap 1I yawn and stretch, it’s about 8 am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitefireheart/1256992/