http://slow.writerscafe.org/My-two-lives The original writings of author My-two-lives en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050674 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One upon a time, a girl fell in love with a monster. The monster called itself as such, because it was how itviewed itself, as it spread it’s mighty wings and snarled it’s fangs at anystranger who dared to steal it’s treasures. The girl went back to it whenever she coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1532035/ Once upon a time, in a small town, there was two children, who never spoke, although they were in the same classes at school.One day, many years after, they happened upon each other in conversation, and became friends.Even if they didn't speak often in school, every day they would come home and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1532014/ Editing Taylor Swift: "Teardrops On My Guitar" lyrics, like a dumbass. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1527863/ Is it wrong, that i think of you? That it makes me smile, and daydream too? That listening to you makes me want to sing, And that missing you ends everything?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1517830/ The piano backs my beating heart, My words escaping me with a start, My hands fall into place with yours, And joined like this, i find a cause.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1517828/ Our nights and evenings are reversed, Not by some trick, or tradition, or curse, A simple clock, and a sea between, Suggests time means far less than our conversations may seem. From the afternoon, to early morn, With your memories, i have seen new dawns, Helping me fac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1517826/ Little lights flickering, one by one, Going out, each one a sun, A giant candle in the sky, Each one of them a new goodbye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1517822/ Now nobody is perfect, And He’s no exception, But he is better that way, He’s the water’s reflection.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1517814/ You fly through stars every day, and it’s all the same, allthe same, You might feel scared, or lonely, or like you’ve made amistake, But what you don’t seem to realise, is that it’s differentthrough my eyes.  In your galaxy, you sent a message to me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1517803/ "...And I'd just like to try and find a way to thank you for all you've done, but, i'm just not sure how." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1517788/ I had a breakdown this morning over my girlfriend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1473855/ The first time I smelt fear, it took me so long to realisethat it was my own. It had been my second full week back at school, and I hadbeen happy. I’d gotten to see my friends again, I was doing well in my classes,and everything was going alright for me so far. As I walked ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1416553/ Sitting in the warehouse where my husband works, i waited for his shift to end for the night. The dull gray concrete floor was hard and cold against my feet, even through my shoes. the hude metal walls of corragated metal looked old and rusty, and the blue paint had started to peel away and damp had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1372083/ She has fluffy strawberry blonde hair that hangs down inwaves and curls, and her eyes sparkle with emotions all the time. She wasturquoise deep-set eyes, and her round face is bubbly and happy, her cheeksalways holding a natural rosy tint. She is tall, but judging from her shapewould be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1369993/ When I was younger, I’d refused to learn how to read until I was in year 5 of primary school. What was the point, when my father could read things to me? Why would I need to read when television told me things? I used to enjoy it when my father would read to me children’s horror stories,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1369983/ this is for an online course. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1369979/ As we left the room, and left everybody playing Super SmashBrothers, we crept silently up the stairs to the landing, and stood therelooking at one another for a moment. We smiled awkwardly and began to talkabout whatever we could find, the books on the shelves which were packed toburst f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1364332/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1356775/ Dear James,I hope you’ve been well. It’s been odd waking up withoutyou there anymore. It’s not right having that sense of loneliness in a homethat is normally so full of comfort. I hope you’re doing well, that you’re allsafe.How’s Alexander? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1356773/   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1356766/ I’m sorry for the words I never got to say,I’m sorry that I might not treat you the right way,If you don’t want me then I understand, Thank you for treating me right,For saying how you feel,For being there no matter what I might’ve done, Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1356224/ TheDarkness. Thedarkness with get me. Bindings around my arms, feeling the cold harshness of newclothes.Mustn’t open my eyes, if I look intoit, the void will eat me whole.Voices, strange and foreign to my ears. I don’t know them. Theyspeak to me in my tongue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1347400/ I felt the pang of sorrow inside of myself as I knelt down onone knee, placing my hand over my heart, pledging my continued allegiance tothe king, continuing to be his pawn in his sick and twisted games. Later, mythoughts turn to her, her obsidian locks flowing down to her waist, her scarl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1337122/ my english lit coursework for one of my two teachers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1337087/ Written SOOOO long ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1335210/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-two-lives/1335203/ So much for me not writing much poetry. 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