http://slow.writerscafe.org/AveryOldford The original writings of author Avery en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024825 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There is a man who loves his family. Everyday he goes to work to make them money. He always puts food on the table. He wants them to be happy. Sometimes he gets angry; he throws things, he hits things. Sometimes he hits people. He loves his family.There is a boy who's father hits.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryOldford/1388659/ You told me that you didn't love yourself and I burst into tears. It offends me that you don't love something that is so clearly perfect, I can't believe that you think of yourself the way that you do. I want to know what you consider flaws, I bet that I could convince you otherwise... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryOldford/1343065/ I want to tattoo your name on both my wristsso that if I ever end my life, I will take you with me.I want to bottle your tearsso that I have a constant reminderthat there is more than this numbness. I want to sear the taste of you into my mouthso that I ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryOldford/1342748/ There are faded X’s on the backs of my hands. Last night they meant that I couldn’t get in. Don’t let this one drink. She’s just sixteen. Sixteen, not old enough to be in a bar but old enough to love the boy who brought her there. The boy who laughed at his X&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AveryOldford/1342747/