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		<description>The original writings of author Christiana Marie</description>
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			<title>Masks </title>
			<description>A three A.M writing </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1822515/</link>
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			<title>I have a best friend </title>
			<description>My very special and beautiful best friend shown in words to the best of my ability </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1822482/</link>
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			<title>Perspective </title>
			<description>She picked up the bottle off the ground and held it in her hands, she noticed how the bottle looked brand new, but the cracks on the outside and molded left over drink on the inside say it's been there awhile, slowly accruing more mold, and more cracks as the weather changes, and from the blows it s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1822477/</link>
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			<title>Bloodstained Memory </title>
			<description>I wish I could break out of this mental barrier I have created. I wish I no longer had to hold onto my depression for a sense of security. I wish I did not feel the need to cry as much as I do. Inside my head is where I live, my thoughts thrown askew, and my memories stained with crimson regret. I p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1619604/</link>
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			<title>The darkness is killing me </title>
			<description>One day, maybe I'll be important again. I use to live inside your head where years ago I unpacked my things and made a home. It was warm, cozy and comforting. Until one day more memories came in, and I had to pack my stuff and move away. You never came to visit me anymore. I'm stuck in this distant ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1456595/</link>
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			<title>How you changed my perception </title>
			<description>This is a true piece of writing, of my personal experience with love. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1456593/</link>
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			<title>Funny thing about love...</title>
			<description>Here I sit trying to put how I feel about you into words on a computer.But I'm troubled, I can't seem to write it out.How can you? How can you write about love in a simple form?There isn't one, there isn't a simple way to write the feeling in your stomach when your eyes meet, or the high you get whe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1382619/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>I could go on for days,upon days,&amp;nbsp;talking about you,and how you make me feel.that you make my heart skip a beat,or that you make me head spinbut I wont do that.	I will talk about all the things you do for meLike how you can turn my worst mood into the bestOr how you kiss the scars that plague m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1372796/</link>
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			<title>This Life's A Little Melancholy</title>
			<description>This is a a fiction story I wrote for my writing class back in high school </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1372787/</link>
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			<title>Writing </title>
			<description>An excerpt from one of my stories that was published. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1334757/</link>
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			<title>Heartbreak</title>
			<description>I wrote this short poem after I suffered through a terrible year long relationship with someone. This was written when I was fifteen </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1334740/</link>
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			<title>The Aunt </title>
			<description>This is a very personal story to me and is a true one. I wrote this story for my writing class and it has been published in Brick and Brook.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianamarie/1334732/</link>
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