http://slow.writerscafe.org/janwatstobfree The original writings of author janwantstobfree en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055830 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15          No. This can't be, I thought I was dead. I am dead. I must be. If you're shot in the heart by your boyfriend, you're definitely dead. But not for me. I manage to stand up, wobbling a little. All around me is dark, and I hear the sounds of cars an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janwatstobfree/1389293/ Simply this: Don't talk, you survive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janwatstobfree/1389286/          Oh why does nobody care,       oh why does nobody hug me?       Maybe if I they found me dead with a knife sticking straight in my heart, maybe they would care. Maybe if they found me dead, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janwatstobfree/1363533/ A girl names Rosey lives with the last person she thought to live with on a deserted island. Joe Richards, and annoying, cute, jock sixteen yea old, who seems to only living in this world to annoy her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janwatstobfree/1363023/ any words bravery courage mine love infinte stong soldier rebellious rebel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janwatstobfree/1360143/ what you think it is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janwatstobfree/1360141/ It's about how you wake up in the morning, and see the radiant morning, before everyone else wakes up, and you breathe in and smell the scent of a new day. I wrote it last year, but hope you like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janwatstobfree/1358291/