http://slow.writerscafe.org/IcePookie The original writings of author Stephanie Knight en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775481846 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                 Vinnylit a Marlboro cigarette while her other hand kept hold of the steering wheelof her 2015 Chevy s10. Her black Mohawk waved from the wind that entered thetruck from the missing passenger door up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IcePookie/1798095/ A poem of how I want those whom come to know and love me to understand what I want from them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IcePookie/1783404/ Reminiscing of all those whom tortured me throughout my years in school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IcePookie/1783398/ This was something I came up with as I have started roleplay online. The roleplay is something that has significantly helped my writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IcePookie/1727944/ When will the Goddess of Immortality call upon a hero?This world needs a hero whom cannot be felled by any evil.This world needs a hero whom cannot deter to evil.This hero must have Immortality--Immortal.This world is falling in the hands of destruction.There is no curving around such catastrophe; T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IcePookie/1520722/ My Shadow vanishes into a swarm of Black feathers,Curving the Light around me. They flutterInto the Wind, transforming into aColossal of my Life. It begins to walk the Earth,Leaving footprints of its Memory of the PastForever engraved in the soft ground. Is thisColossal the crafted image of my Life?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IcePookie/1520714/ Rain is one of the most cherished things I have. Especially when it comes to the days I need to cry privately. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IcePookie/1258533/ If only I could smile.If only I could look.If only I could touch....But I can wish.If only I could tell.If only I could share.If only I could whisper....But I can dream.If only I could hold.If only I could caress.If only I could kiss....But I can love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IcePookie/1258299/ A depiction of a broken family through a third person's eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IcePookie/1257764/