http://slow.writerscafe.org/rednblacksunset The original writings of author Laine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776156313 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She stands on the edge of the bridge, looking at the water below.She breathes in the salt air, letting it fill her lungs as she remembers the last time she was there, how happy she was.No longer, she is now shattered.Tears run down her cheeks, but she doesn't notice.The wind blows past her, causing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/721798/ She was used to hearing people whisper: “There is something wrong with that girl.” Used to people hissing “freak” and “weirdo.” She wasn't like everyone else. She knew that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/721796/ From the journal hidden under the mattress in room 328 at a motel on Coriander Ave in Docklands, London, England.“I am a shattered shell of the girl I once wasThe happy girlThe girl who smiledI'd do anything to have her backBut that can't happenThat girl is goneShe died on a spring dayOn cold .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/708569/ A girl haunted by the past. A boy trying to figure out his future. Two different people, from two different worlds. Find each other and it the other, discover what they are missing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/708561/ House of Whispers,a shrine near the mountains,a place of mystery,the home to the Anani family&the Handmaidens,girls who have been through pain&loss, chosen by the High Priestess to serve in the shrine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/565951/ Everyone has secrets. Its human nature to have them as well as impossible. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/539513/ "Hello world I'm your wild girl" Gabby Devereaux: 17 years old, lives with her aunt and is one of the girls who hang out with the wrong crowd. Her life was fine...until Sebastian Williams messed it up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/537653/ Clickity Click Clickity Click Clickity Click That is the sound of my fingers On the keys of the old typewriter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/537327/ I feel broken I feel shattered Hurt beyond repair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/537215/ My mother always told me there was evil in the world & that I was to fear those who lived in the darkness. But as I grew up ,I made myself believe that they werent real. I was wrong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/535518/ In the mist of my dreams In the fog that surrounds me as the darkness consumes me I see you there.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rednblacksunset/534187/