http://slow.writerscafe.org/writeningirl The original writings of author R.L. Underwood en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215768 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I just want to lay under the stars, with someone, not saying anything, not because we don't  know what to say, but because they understand.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1357643/ This is my broken family, we call each other names, and my little brother is already bullied at school, and my sister is already self conscious, and my mother doubts herself, and I am alone. My mother calls my sister irresponsible, and my sister screams "f**k you"&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1356661/ Ash immediately came over the next morning. I sleep all the time, and I was sleeping. He jumped on top of me. “WAKE UP GRACE” I groaned and told him to get the f**k off of me. “Testy are we?” I eventually sat up. “I hate you.” I said. “No you don’t.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1356415/ It was the first day I was back from the hospital, after I broke the first time. My mom and I were driving home, and I wasn’t sure how I was feeling. I only had one friend at this time, it was Ash. He was the person who I’ve been friends with since we were little kids. He’s my best.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1356414/ “Hi.” he said to me while he shut his car door.“Hi.” was all I said back to him. We sat there in silence for a while, and he finally asked,“Shall we go?” I nodded. We started walking into the the night. Though this time it was different. We didn’t hold hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1356109/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1356108/ It was the beginning of October, and it was the week of homecoming, because it was homecoming each day we got to dress up a certain way. The first day was supposed to be superhero day. We weren’t aloud to wear masks which basically left only Superman and I didn’t like superman. I wanted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1356093/ There once were monster that hid in our closets and they were scaryand we had to have daddy scare them awayWe were seven and small so it was only normal to be scared of things unreal And he'd come inand he'd scare the monsters away and then he'd kiss our foreheads he'd tell us that we are safe nowan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1356013/ loud mind, the thoughts came in like rain, slow at first, then all of the sudden, flooding the corners, drawing out the monsters, Quiet voice, told to be silent, and never speak about those things, don't speak of the drinking, don't speak of the abuse, Shut the door. Shy girl, Likes to draw, loves t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1356005/ I am living in this world alone, A mess for days, Awake in the night, The words singe the back of my mind, and my mouth wont say much at all, if there was a way, to say it all, then maybe I'd scream so loud that my dead friend could hear me. I am screaming in my mind alone, Tired when I should be aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1356002/ Seven thirty A.M.The alarm goes off,and I lay in bed, staring at the sky I wish was there. Eight A.M.I drag myself out of bed, and I look in the mirror, I don't like what I see. Eight twenty A.M. I am already late,so it's a good reason to skip breakfast, Not that anyone would notice.Eight forty five.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1356000/ It was our last day of middle school, and we were under the jungle gym, Tom and I, and he told me I was pretty, and he kissed me on the lips, and I thought it was all so strange, because that was what the big girls did, and I wanted to be like them. First day of highschool, Tom and I didn’t ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1355998/ Chapter 1: The Introduction My name is Wyatt Criswell. I am an awkward boy who grew up in a small town near a big city. Today was the last first day of highschool I will ever have. To be realistic, I am very indifferent about school. I don’t hate it like a lot of people, but I am not exactly e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1355996/ Wyatt was always the quiet kid no one really paid much attention to, he had his life figured out, and entered his last year into high school. Then one day she was there; she changed everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writeningirl/1355993/