http://slow.writerscafe.org/Holly%20O%27Brien The original writings of author Holly O'Brien en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968437 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  “Your boyfriend has agun?” Merissa asked as Angelina kissed her on the neck without stopping.Angelina was tall and slender with long, sandy brown hairand red-brown skin. Merissa on the other hand was almost the opposite inappearance. She was thick with curves and only a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly-O%27Brien/1392019/ Get a glimpse of the lives of five women who identify as LGBTQ. "5 Women 5 Unique Stories" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly-O%27Brien/1392011/ I stared at Pamela from across the wide hospital room. Itmay have well had been a suite.  Pamelawas sitting upright with her bed supporting her. Tubes were still attached toher arms as she held her gold cell-phone to her ear.  She was using her other hand to write in herappointment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly-O%27Brien/1325244/ the title says it all - and so does the poem ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly-O%27Brien/1057689/ I think of spending nights with you/ quietly as we lay with nothing to saybecause our hearts would have already spoken  words that would have transformed into airs of passion that we could only breathe/ Just by looking into each others eyes we would see the things that went .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly-O%27Brien/1011270/ Release from this cage that has me bound/Where doorbells ring but noone ever welcomes you/Where teachers teach but never listen/Releaseme from this cage, this institution that kills you if you fall out ofline, that single file that distinguishes the strong from the weak/ Where if you spea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Holly-O%27Brien/1011264/ 3 Months LaterKill herself? 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