http://slow.writerscafe.org/Percabeth The original writings of author ღCloveღ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078141 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Will we ever learn? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1519052/ Please don't ask me my storyFor I have none to tell. I'll tell you instead Tales of battlesTales of war.The wars I speak of are not fought by warriors.No, we are no heroes. But these battles leave scars.Written in our fleshLike an untold story.We do not fight monsters o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1502303/ There's a monster that lives in my head.A wretched beast that yearns for my fear.It feeds off of despair, and laughs at my agony.They call it "Anxiety"It fills me with fear.Wrenches my stomach with a cold, hard dread.Like a thousand-pound weight,Constantly holding me downBurying .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1445028/ I throw this to the windBut what if I was rightWell, did you trust your noble dreamsAnd gentle expectations to the mercy of the night?The night will always winThe night has darkness on its sideI'll throw this to the windI miss your stupid faceI miss your bad adviceI tried to clot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1438952/ "Help me, I'm holding on for dear life" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1416380/ I have come to love the darknessI have found inside myselfThe World and all the people in itSeem to fade as though they were never thereAnd I am alone.I am happy.I have learned to despise the lightIt tears apart a world of joymaking it into reality.The world I have found inside myself Can thriv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1396359/ A Gavroche x Éponine Songfic based on the song 'Human' by Christina Perry (No, they aren't in love. That would be creepy) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1396116/ Hey, people. I have a few things to say. First off, I am sorry for my extended absence. I really have no excuse, other than flat out laziness/forgetfulness. But I am back. The bad news is, I have severe writers block, and I need ideas. If you have any, let me know. Thanks. Also, how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1396081/ A minecraft book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1345706/ I just got this idea, enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1345031/ Lizzie ran to her aunt's apartment. Her aunt Gilda was her caretaker. Lizzie's parents had died in a tornado when Matthew was just four. So Gilda took care of them. Lizzie ran into the apartment. "I'm home Aunt Gilda" she yelled. Aunt Gilda was tearing pieces off the couch, much to Lizzie's ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1344764/ Lizzie Merin walked around the plaza. She grinned as she watched the lights from her apartment go off. Matthew must be in bed, she thought. She ran off to her friends store. Her friend, Rhea, was thirteen, so she already had a job as a clerk. She opened the door. "Hi, Rhea" she said. Rhea was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1344268/ Annabeth and Percy were walking along the beach together. Percy looked at Annabeth and frowned. "Um Annabeth, listen. I've had a real hard week and I was thinking we need a break." Annabeth stared at Percy. Disbelief filled her eyes. "W-what?" She whispered. He caressed her face. "It's only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Percabeth/1343534/ He holds her hand as they climb up the stairs.She smiles a sad, sweet smile. He kisses her cheek as they walk through heavens gates.Two lovers taken by the highway. He kisses her cheek. She squeezes his hand gently. 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