http://slow.writerscafe.org/wifek The original writings of author Wiif en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046074 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 10.09.2015KarlsruheDear Mother,   This is the last time I write to you from this cosy bed and this big room in the forest-town, I move cities this week, and so the next letter will be from there, and hopefully by then, "there" wouldn't be as strange of a place anymore. I'm not doing so goo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1786901/ Freiburg-im-Breisgau  20-01-2016   Dear mother, Now that I think about it, I haven't written to you in over a year. I'm sorry about that, I've been, well, busy. Lots of things happened since then. For starters, I moved cities. This town has everything I ever loved; or almost .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1712624/ Karlsruhe, 22/11/14Dear Mother,    I miss you. I miss you so bad it hurts. I wish you were here with me, to see the Autumn in Germany. It is, by far, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It is even prettier than the Spring of our hometown that we love so much. The colours, even thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1446031/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1446023/ It hurts so much. Like if a thousand daggers were piercing through your heart at once, and the butterflies in your stomach have turned into terrifying hungry monsters who'd eat you inside out. Loneliness is the worst feeling anyone has to ever go through. Everything loses its beauty and becomes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1417335/ It has been a while since the last time I wrote something. I'm having a writer's block, I guess. I'm just not inspired, nothing comes to mind when I hold my pen. My head is a total blank page. Usually when I write, my head is full of images, emotions and smells. When I wrote my text "Seasons", I've .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1405095/ The day the life of Sora changed was a windy autumn day. It was one of those days you're not supposed to get out of your room, wear socks and a sweater, read a book and drink hot chocolate by the window. But who knew that a walk on a windy autumn day could change someone's life ? Sora was feeli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1394120/ To my deceased Mother who died 9 years ago, today, who also loved music, made me love music, and made me everything I am. Rest in peace, you'll always be alive in my memories and writings, I love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1387320/ I feel a crushing need to hold a pen and write. However, I'm not inspired, so I have absolutely no idea about what I am going to write, or if the language is going to be classy and faultless, or if it will actually make sense at all. Too many thoughts are spinning in my head, and a particular o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1385954/   When you see her, the first thing you would think is that she is no fun, that she is one of those boring girls who don't talk at all, have no social life and are friendless. Only a part of that judgement is true, though, she was quite popular, but she didn't participate in conversations. Now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1381155/ She stood there, in the middle of the veranda, as the cold rain drops caressed her thin shivering hands. She stood there in her pajamas, bare foot at 2 am. If someone saw her they would think she has gone mad, but she didn't care for the world. She loves winter, and she just can't help it. The cold .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1380262/ I am not a big fan of digital writing, no matter how advanced the technology gets, I'll always prefer the pen and paper. I still can't write the draft of an essay or do my homework directly on the computer, I still need to have a pen between my fingers, to see the blue lines it makes as I move my ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1380126/ I am in Paris. Paris, the city of the lovers, the city of fashion, the city of beauty and the city of history. But here am I, at four am, sitting in a bed in my sister's house, wondering why is the world so obsessed with this city which, in the end, is just a city like a thousand others ! .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wifek/1380095/