http://slow.writerscafe.org/FunkPunk The original writings of author FunkPunk en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038616 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Friday night, Saturday morning So there I was, laying on the ground with blood streaming from my left nostril and a busted lip. Now, you're probably wondering how I got so fucked up? It's honestly the most bullshit story you'll ever hear. It began when.."Hey, there you are Ben," A familiar voice sai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1623170/ Act 1Scene 1 The man wearing a Rat's mask threw a lady down and aimed his assault rifle at her. "Stay down and nobody gets hurt!" He breathed heavy through his rat mask, blood pumping, trigger finger ready. The man wearing a monkey mask hopped up onto the counter and crouched down, waving a pis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1564246/ April 5, 2015I found out that my friend Ridge died today. He was suffering through Leukemia and blood in his lungs. The whole school supported him and "prayed" for him. I came home today and saw that he passed away and I felt my body sort of freeze up. I had a s**t day at work so coming home at 11:2.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1509576/ Bands and s**t. NOTE* They are humans but refer to each other as such animal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1500542/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1494861/ Knight:The knight is a man who dresses poorly (wearing a stained tunic and he doesn't wear armor). He's gentle at heart yet he'll kill anyone who got in his way. His occupation is obviously a knight and his social class is on the tippy top; the ruling class. The main character in the story respects .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1474564/ I'm so upsetit's not even funnyI don't really know what to do anymore.I just kind of keep goingwithout a purpose or anything.I just want to finish school and just disappear.I want to not existjust for a little while.Then I can come backand meet new peoplestart all anew. Be happy againI just don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1469615/ My life throughout 2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1464449/ Chapter One I dislike being a teenager sometimes. I hate being so god damn emotional, yknow?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1461225/ There once was a boy. He was a very tall boy. If you asked him to, he could reach up and touch the stars. He had long white hair that was always slicked back into a small bun on the back of his head. This young mans name was Atlas. His personality was sweet. He was absolutely the nicest guy you wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1441683/ JohnPart OneJuly 12th, 2017 The city was in ruins. People were going around and looting whatever they could get their hands on. They mugged people and broke into stores when the outbreak started. The government told us it was a bad disease but I'm sure they had to do something with it! My name is Jo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1392845/ "My name is Henry Osborne," the man said. The interviewer nodded and wrote the mans name on the center of the paper, then drew a line that led from Henry's name to a new subject: Hobbies. "What do you do for fun, Mr. Osborne?" the young man asked. Osborne adjusted in his seat and connected bot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1350473/ Day One Juno opened his eyes slowly, blinking a couple times before they adjusted to the lights that passed by. The train sped down the tracks towards the destination that was scheduled. It looked like the train was empty except for a single person. He looked about Juno's age, 17, and he had short, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1349977/ Dust ran through the abandoned town. The chimes rang and the dust screamed through the air. The town was small. It was full of modern homes and modern cars, which were covered in sand and the insides were filled with small patches of weeds. The streets were blanketed with sand and fallen over build.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1346762/ "Hey Holden, what's up?" Alex said as he leaned against the lockers. Holden crouched and started putting in the combination for the lock, staying quiet. A sigh left Alex's lips as he folded his arms. "Holden come on, it's been weeks and you're still being a depressed f**k. What's bothering you? I'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1333687/ Chapter oneThe room was dark, a flow of Z's rolled around a young boys head and the darkness hugged his eyes; soothing them. The young boy was dreaming about paradise. A place where everything was happy and calm. A place that didn't exist. In the dream, the young boy was with a girl with beautiful, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FunkPunk/1329389/