http://slow.writerscafe.org/amyccowan The original writings of author Amy Cowan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081489 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A little bit of my feelings to do with my illness and struggles! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1487191/ Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1487183/ A poem about feeling low, when I was at a low point in life and how it does get better!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1353958/ A completely fictional little poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1353952/ Life experiences http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1295813/ This is the end of what I have already wrote, shall I continue? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1280194/ I am not sitting on a chairin a straightjacket. I thought that when I got out of that evil house I'd besaved. I wish that door had just killed me. There's a lady walking in and sheis sat beside me but she is not in a straight jacket. It’s the lady from thehouse, I know her voice. I am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1280191/ Based on - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoEyEBEziCs First draft, to be continued http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1264014/ I am awake. I wish I was notawake. I do not dare to open my eyes. I do not have a clue where I shall be butI hope I am away from that house.  I had this strange thought, it must beimpossible but it was still a thought. My only sighting of Daniel was amazing,he looked like my father, wel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1264008/ I think it is night time, butI cannot be sure. I am not tired so maybe it must be the time of year when theclocks go back or forward. I never really understood the time changes, theymixed me up. There is footsteps coming from the end of the hallway and they aregetting closer and closer. Shou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1263078/ As the days go on, I thinkmore and more about this mysterious man. So many situation pass through myhead.  I like this man. He is trying to defend me. He is trying to save mefrom whatever I need saved from. I have given up on being scared. Whatever shall happen to me will happen an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1263071/ I heard something last night.I heard people talk. I actually heard other people. Maybe I am not the onlyprisoner in this house, maybe I could find a way into the next room and findsomeone to talk to. I wouldn't care who it was I just need someone to talk to.Cat and Grim are good friends but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1263064/ I do not think that God would teach his people things such as that. Not that anyone cares about my opinion anyway. It's extremely cold tonight so I am sitting in the corner away from the door. The door has a nasty draft that would give you frost bite if you sat there too long. This room is worse at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1263061/ There are things going on inthis world which we don't understand, these things you may call inhuman.Those who try to understand these things shall get no answers. I do nottry to understand them and I do not want to understand them. Whether or not thesethings are here to cause us ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1263054/ I do not understand whyI am here. I do not understand why I am not in a care home or in prison. I wastold I was guilty, that I would never be allowed out again but why am I here.Prison I may have preferred. Prison has prisoners and guards, people to talkto. I want a book. I want to go t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1263033/ Next to the window I sitWatching the frosty wind moanI wish, oh wish that snow may fallI sit beside my window day after dayEach day I have but one wishThat this year it may snow.I sit beside the window watching the raindrops fallI watch them drip upon the ledgeuntil I see some whitness fallI get up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1263009/ This all started after mymother died, it was in our house. In the only place I thought was safe. Itturns out it wasn't safe at all. I did everything I could to protect my motherbut I couldn't hold them back. They were too strong. My mother was a brilliantperson, the nicest person you would e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1263004/ A little Robin RedbreastSits up in my treeHe sings lovely each morningAs merry as could beHe sways from side to sideAnd flaps his wings aboutOh how much I love that little Robin Redbreast. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1262996/ I look through the keyhole of the old abandoned room. Aroom which had been left empty and bare for centuries.  It's the onlysight I've seen for the last five months. Five long, lonely months. Do you knowwhat it feels like to feel as if you are not wanted, as if you have nobody inthe wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1262986/ Jemma didn't mean for it to happen, she couldn't control it. She tried her best to stay strong but eventually she couldn't. Now she finds herself in a predicament , left in a room, with the only light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amyccowan/1262985/