http://slow.writerscafe.org/b1tchgirl1618 The original writings of author b!tchgirl1618 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041533 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I need you Like I need to breath I need loveLike I need to see I need sightto see your beautiful face I need hateTo regenerate because no matter the loveno matter the distance I will always remember Our time together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1351260/ Act 1:Scene 1: in the halls of the school Voice one: shoot herVoice two: stab herVoice three: not yet! Wait until she is alone!Voice two: that’s a good idea! Voice three: yes I know it is because it’s my idea. Voice one: Stop it you two! Can’t you see you are confusin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1350719/ just a random start to somehting... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1319374/ What am I to do?For I have lost the one I love.What am I to think?For it is my faultHow am I to live?Without his simple touch.How am I to breath?Without him standing next to me.What am I to do?For I have lost the one I love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1305623/ Day 1: TuesdaySheis getting into the backseat. Her father is loading her suitcase in the trunk.She is looking grim. He mother is sitting in the passenger seat, sobbing. Bythe end of the month I’ll have given her something to really cry about. AndAmelia, little Amelia will b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1301457/ Introduction #2This diary belongs toSierra Donahue. She is 16 years old. She has dyed black hair and green eyes aswell as a perfect hour-glass figure. She is 5’6This is Shelby. She is15. She has long blond hair and blue eyes and is 5’5.Meet George Foster. Heis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1301454/ IntroductionMy poor Parents. They willforever have to live with this guilt. The guilt of sending me to my death. Theydidn’t mean to, they just wanted to help me. But they ended up sending me to adeath trap. All five of us that are left are scared. After all, we are going to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1301453/ A killer is lose in El CASA LOCA, can anyone survive? 5 friends are trapped in a mental hospital called El CASA LOCA. When a killer comes trying to get revenge… well lets just say things might not end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1301452/ Lauren...I quickly turned and walked up the stairs to my room, stepping inside and closing the door behind me before throwing myself face first down onto the bed. I felt like screaming, but I kept it inside. I picked up my phone as it began playing the song I had just made my ringtone, "Break" b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1284353/ I wake up, head aching. I had come home from Riley’s at one in the morning. She wanted me to go. That boy. Who was he? Greyson. I had never seen him before in my life....‘Lauren!' It was Mum. I checked the clock, 10:30. Just enough time to get ready before I see...him. I got on my dres.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1284352/ My name is Lauren Blank. I am 16 years old. I turn 17 in October. October 2nd to be exact. I climb out of bed and I get a rush of excitement. Today is the last day of school! I get dressed in a short blue jeans skirt and a bright pink tank top. I put on my black high heels and go downstairs. My brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1284235/ Chapter 1 - ME! (writingurl14) Chapter 2- RunswithflyingdolphinsChapter 3- The Grey Wolf Chapter 4- RunswithflyingdolphinsChapter 5- The Grey Wolf Chapter 6- SOUL LESSChapter 7- Palmer Cross (using writingurl14's account)Chapter 8- Crazy Cat ManChapter 9- N.A.Chapter 10-Cra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1284233/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1284223/ It was a dark night. I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. I glance at the dark sky and give a quick prayer that it won’t start raining. I continue walking down the sidewalk quickly. I am heading home from a wicked party! The beer was good and the sex was better. Oliver, my bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1284203/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1284201/ Come on" Sandra calls. "Hurry up Cindy!" She yells. We are biking to school. Today is Monday. Sandra is a blue eyed, brunette beauty. My name is Cindy. I am 14 years old. I have blond hair and green eyes. Sandra and I are in 9th. Sandra turned 15 yesterday. I turn 15 next month. Today is January 7th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1284199/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1284197/  The gift of writing is just as I saidA giftSome have it some are missing outThe gift of writing comes with responsibilityit becomes your job to write others stories to tell their taleswriting will follow you everywherelike a good dog it will always be there  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283775/ When self contorl wanes And anger sets in I cry to make the moment That much sweeter   I let myself feel again Anger pain and hurt Thats what I crave Because those feelings Are my only friends   As soon a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283774/ It was a starless night I noticed as I glanced at the sky as I lowered myself into the car. His colognes  smell was pungent, but pleasant as well.  It’s a smell I will never forget.  He asks me where to go and I direct him on to my special place, the place I go when I'm scar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283771/ The small red car rolled by my house and stopped a few houses down at a stop sign. A moment later I receive an email, ‘I'm here can you,’ I pause before continuing to read ‘come to the stop sign?’ Silently I slip out my bedroom window and close it behind me and head .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283770/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283769/ I cut The razor slices my skinThe blood flows down my armThe pain electrifiesThe sensation is wonderfulI carve a heart into my armTo be there foreverTo love me likeA man should love meLike my ex didn'tLike my parents didn'tBut it willThe razor always loves meSo naturallyI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283746/ Trash can the trash can holds many thingsone thing ismy hopes and dreamsit holds half eaten foodand random paperit holds chewed gummetaphorically it can hold hopes and dreamsas thougth it were walking alongthe boulevard of broken dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283742/ I want him more than i want to breathe I need him to be complete Without him I am imperfect Without him I am just skin and bones With him I am a whole I am a human  I have a soul Without him nothing is right With him i am happy When he i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283738/ Love is when you wake up every morning thinking about himLove is when he is all you think aboutLove is when he is all that you care aboutLove is when he has changed your lifeLove is when time stops and so does your heart when he is thereLove is when everything is ok when he is around http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283737/ He makes me laugh He makes me smileSomething that is hard to doBut I have a boyfriendHe tells me I’m prettyBut I have a boyfriendHe is my ageBut I have a boyfriendHe isn't the jealous type But I have a boyfriendI love himBut I have a boyfriend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283733/ 1/1/13 " Sunday My name is Alexis Ash. I am 17 years old. I go to Bookview High. I currently don’t have a boyfriend, in fact I have never had a boyfriend. I plan on waiting until I am in college. You see I’m the good child. I haven’t gotten into trouble for years. My little siste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283732/ My name is Alexis Ash. I am 17 years old. I am in 11th grade. I go to Bookview high. Ironic name you are probably thinking. Well it is. You see most of the students just don’t give a f**k. But let’s skip to the point. You are looking for my story. Well Edgar and I’s story.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283731/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283729/ As soon as I get to my car I unlock it. “Shawn, come on, get in.Now I know that might not sound like much but that’s the first time I've ever offered to let him ride in my car. It’s a black Ferrari. We get to my house in 5 minutes flat. And I drove about 150 MPH.“Remind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283727/ “Thanks, your hair looks nice, I like it” this time instead of yellow, he got green, electric green, my second favorite color, “so you got me something? You didn’t have too….”“Thanks, I could do yours too, and um yeah Rachel, it’s your 18th birthday.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283725/ Heavy breathingMy first thought is “who’s?” Shawn, my boyfriend, was asleep with his arms around me, Raven, no my best friend had been asleep last night when I went to bed. A quick glance at the clock proved my point. It was 6 am no one in their right mind would be up at 6 am o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283709/ Have you ever tried to sneak out at night and realized that everything sounds way louder at night? For instance breathing, normally you can’t hear someone breathing but at night you can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283708/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283707/ Wait Please don't goplease don't leave me alonewait im sorry that i leftim sorry that i said everything i saidwaitif you go ill be here waiting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/b1tchgirl1618/1283090/