http://slow.writerscafe.org/jbonilla916 The original writings of author Jennifer S Bonilla en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990536 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I miss her at the moment... I met her in college. Class of 92. I remember she used to wear this hot pink scrunchy, every time we had a PSYCH 1 test. She'd explained how it was a good luck charm and I'd laugh... Then she'd twitch her nose and smirk. See, she would twitch her nose when she was an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbonilla916/1385195/ Sloppy Joes Being angry is scary. The way your heart beat is heard in your ears like an obscure Beethoven symphony. The aftershock you get like an earthquake in a mid-spring California day, and the thoughts that run through your head as if they were a runaway slave, rushing through the undergro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbonilla916/1385193/ "Lily..." that's what he whispers as he touches me. His lips next to my ear and he says it again as he's biting my  lobe ... In this tone. Not a malicious tone but I can feel the sorrows and regrets in his voice being over looked by lust.He pushes me with anger as his hands linger up my thighs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbonilla916/1385192/ My name is Jennipher, with a "ph". Strange right? The "ph" in the Jennipher I mean. I thought it suit me though, since I am quit strange myself. Didn't have much friends through school. Just my voices and the wind. So I guess it wasn't bad what I did. I wasn't going to be missed and neither were the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbonilla916/1385188/