http://slow.writerscafe.org/kaylamarie5101 The original writings of author Kaylamarie5101 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776098066 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My stomach is sick, My head is a mess, I wish you'd just pick,and get rid of this stress. Confusion overwhelms me, your fingers trace my skin,my minds in a fog- I cannot see,and it seems i'll never win.Your lips brush my neck, Your body against mine, You can't tell I'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylamarie5101/1356377/ Your lips brush against mine softly,my senses come alive,I listen to your heartbeat,and my feelings begin to thrive.But there is a wall between us,your love for her, not I,and I know I'm just your secret,until this phases passes by.We both know she's suspicious, but you continue to hold me clos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylamarie5101/1354928/ MonstersWhat is the feeling we get, when we lay awake in our roomsalone, thinking about unexisting sorrows that shoot through our minds, but we are the ones who draw the bow. We create our own monsters, with a needle and thread,and when the sun fallsand the stars awaken,we stuff those monsters under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylamarie5101/1334435/ Chapter ThreeI closed and locked my door pressing my back to the wood, leaning my head against it. I closed my eyes and calmed my breathing little by little. When I could focus I walked over to my mirror, my cheek stung red and I could feel the bruise starting to form. I walked away and curled mysel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylamarie5101/1334285/ Chapter TwoThe sun was up and in the distance I could hear the birds chirping as the began to awaken to start their day. A light breeze drifted by every now then, picking up some fallen leaves off the ground and began dancing with them in the morning song. Up ahead I could start to make out the imag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylamarie5101/1334284/ What is happiness? People say that it is when you get a warm feeling in your stomach or butterflies. But I question, what is it like to feel butterflies in your stomach? It seems like a dumb comparison to me, but how would I know? I haven’t felt the feeling of happiness in a long time. A serie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylamarie5101/1334282/ Aurora, a seventeen year old, faces many struggles in here daily life that eat her away. She holds a secret, though, and she needs to find a way to deal with it before it is too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylamarie5101/1334274/