http://slow.writerscafe.org/immyismyname12 The original writings of author Imogen.E en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058508 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Violet Lindell stared at the crinkled, cream, parchment envelope. I was confused. The ink was really pretty though. Neat, swirled, emerald handwriting was scrawled across the top of it. Miss V. Lindell Aspen HallBrooke Wiltshire She called her mother, Elina http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1332925/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1332913/ Okay, so I'm really modest, I swear. My siblings don't agree but whatever, screw them, they're just failure versions of me. I have three siblings- all older than me and all boys. Hugo is alright, he's the oldest, and he's leaving to travel the world in his gap year anyway next year. Jeremy is annoyi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1332634/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1331765/ I remember now. But she and he don't. Age has deteriated their minds and the memories of pain, loss and bloodshed have pushed the memories of goodness into another life. That's the thing about memories. They categorise themselves. Not only chronologically but into places, faces and emotions. They st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1329434/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1329425/ Pink is for sexual persuasion we thinkRed is for life and it follows from pinkOrange for healing and fixing the soreYellow for sunshine above daily warGreen is for nature we see every dayBlue is for art and our heart as we playIndigo for harmony this world we live inViolet for spirit s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1327144/ Mongrel that lives in the deepest of hellHidden from the world that's oursA human or beast unable to tellTaller than skylines of shadowing towersFeeding off others with credible powersDemon of hell may you rot and you burnRuining earth at many a causeYour mask making everyone's stoma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1317773/ Born one summer day,I was frightfully well,So cheerfully gay.My parents they did tell,They were dearly distraught,I was not going to be well.In hospital I fought,But never getting free,One day I would be taught.Epilepsy it got me,I am hospitalised for ever,It is something.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1313767/ Tiptoe quietly dancer dear,As your life's end is fairly near.Remember you used to be able to spin,And now you struggle to push a grin.Pirouette well dancer child,Nicely crafted ever so styled.You leapt and jumped at the sight of a sweet,But soon your heart will fail to beat.Pli&e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1312440/ I love as much as a sister dear friend,Our friendship had cracks but they quickly did mend.That time at the beach where you found me a stone,Shaped like a heart, with a dark silver tone.Then last week you told me your moving away,I'll think and think about every day,How we laughed and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1311923/ Pretty blue eyes,Flowing white hair.Wherever she walks,The world stops to stare.Poised on her toes,She takes her first flight.Dusted in snow,Still glowing so bright.Cupid bow lips,Of a light garnet red.Light as a feather,With kevlar of lead.What sort of creature,Could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immyismyname12/1311603/