http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dark3stT3lli3 The original writings of author Tellie Allen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028591 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 18+ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/2171056/ 18+ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/2171055/ 18+ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/2171054/ I know what im missing.I miss the random poemsThe miscellaneous and spontaneous acts of love,Romance, compation.I miss the always wanting me close.Never wanting to end the kiss.The huge messages telling me how much youNeed me. Love me. Appreciate me.Fighting for me. Instead of making.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/2144211/ You use to be the manI used to call my dadAnd you were known To be kind of lazy. ButWhen mom fell for youI was young so for meIt was still kind of new.Nine years of love, nine Years of my life ended withinJust on day. Now years later weStill feel the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/1084781/ I have to sit and watch my life fall without a warning.We lose the house, we lose our jobswe watch it fall.im 16, and still so confusedon why i have to take theseboxes to my room.and watch my things fall.I go to school and cryon my friends and try to explain this bitter endthey watch it fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/968137/ you were my everything until u leftyou never shead a tearyou watched me fall apart in your handsand said you losewell now its been 2 years i finally moved onall you say is i want you back and that you cant leave me beall i can say is you loselast night you call we scream and we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/962825/ when parents try to decide what they think is right for us teens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/938338/  I never thought I could fall again. Swearing toMyself we should only be friends. HesitationFilled me so. But after a while I let it go. I Opened my heart and let you in. trying toForget about the might have been. With just oneTouch you changed my mind. But even nowI’m still b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/918284/ From now On all I need is ourRelationship to last longer then anyoneEver imagined. Life with you isVery hard to pictureEvery time I see you all myRegrets and fears disappear. &All I wanted was to beLoved, and you did that andWhat others never could. You pulled me out of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/918283/ its was a heart :( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/918282/ Day 1: We hang for a while.Getting to know each otherA bit better. You asked meTo be yours. I didn’t sayUntil the very end of ourDay together. Day 2:You pick me and my sister upWe hang out for hours thenYou finally take my hand. I Jacked your bed, so you thoughtY.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/918281/ Mistakes were madeI didn’t realize til my world started to fade.That look you gaveJust completely saveMe, from myself.I feel as if I was a book on your shelfForgotten and torn.Unwritten, untouched, unborn.A story that needed to be toldJust sat on a shelf waiting to be unfold... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/918278/ this was a project for english http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/918274/ His creamy blue eyes invite me. Greet meWith a smile that has me looking forwords. but i still can't believe what he see(s)in me. i wish i had met him beforea voice so smooth but rough at the same timewith the slightest touch, i can feel him warmand he makes my heart beat to its own rhymeeven when i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/904118/  When she was a kid,She always thought she'dBe a princess. She wouldRun wild without aCare. Even when she lost the onesShe loved she still thought herLife would be full of wonders...Well that little girl is sixteen now.She's afraid of her own shadowHer peers. She cries so muchHer tears fall l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/902772/ “Are you sure we should?”“Positive Jake. I never have been so sure in my life.I think it would work.”“But what if you mom finds out your only 16 love.”“Your point?”He looked at the box then the pictur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/888725/ “This place is so different,” I explained to my sister Shelby.“Well that is what you wanted lil sis.”“I know but I’m not use  to it. I guess I like being with Jake but the house  or well an apartment is so big. And so ugly. I only said I liked it bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/888724/ “Jake, I’m worried.”“Why?”He started unpacking the suitcases laying everything on the bed. Cloths on one side, cleaning products on another. Extra things that had no specific category layed everywhere.“What if you mom pulls that stunt. What if she says you r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/888723/ He was quite as we drove away. The house grew smaller and smaller in the side mirror. I can’t believe this is how it was going to end.“You ok Jake?”“I’m fine baby girl. I think this is a good thing, let her hurt she did it to herself.”He grabbed my hand and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/888722/ Chapter 24A Chapter by *~Chris' Girl!~* The world was cold. It was also filled with cold people. Fighting and arguing wasn’t part of the plan. I didn’t think that me coming here would tear a whole family apart.“Ashley was right, all you want is control and when it&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/888721/ “Mmm baby be careful. I mean it’s my…”]“Your what?”He pulled in then out.“You know,” I said threw clenched teeth. He was careful entering thrusting every now and then. He was talented even though it was our first time.I moaned.“Sh&he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/886715/ As we drove around, more and more buildings appeared. Some were short and fat, others tall and skinny. Some were so old they were health hazards. Probably infested with rats and bugs and mold. I was fascinated with this place. I never got out much back at home so I’d probably be this way the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/886714/ Abandonment is a feelingI feel quite often. MainlyWhen I'm alone. A desertCan be my place ofAbandonment. Like my secondHome. In some ways the feeling is quiteDelightful. But when it Feels like then sun on Your back, then youReally can complain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/883219/ “So we got your make up and journals and your wrap. Anything else you want?”“Food.”“Where do you want to go?”“You pick. I mean I’m dragging you around so I want you to pick.”“Hm. What are you hungry for?”“Fries.”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/880403/  “Here you go Mr. Smith,” a short woman said handing Jake an envelope. She was short and kind of round. She had wirey red hair like flames. She had freckles covering her face like mini pepperoni on a pizza.“Thanks Tami,” he grabbed the envelope, passing it to me.&l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/880402/ We walked downstairs. Jake holding on to me that way I don’t fall. Again. We got to the kitchen where both his parents sat. I glared at them as I took a seat across from them.“Good morning,” Jake said breaking the tension. Only to realize he could be adding to it. “Yeah,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/877644/ So I guess this is the part where I tell you how the whole hanging out thing went. But if I did that then it wouldn’t be as interesting.          Now as I’m getting ready to go with him, I find out that my best friend is driving. So that mea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/838353/ Now of coarse after Homecoming I started to do my own thing. I had forgotten about boys and ignore the every intention of being with someone. One morning I believe it was the Friday after Homecoming, two of my best friends started talking about their friend. And as they talked I got interested aga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/832003/ I was told I would never find someone who made me feel special... I was told I was never good enough for anyone... I still doubt that I’m all he says I am. I doubt that I am still what my ex thinks I am. He thinks I am perfect he thinks I was the best he had... he is wrong. I always warn a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/831991/ We all have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Just like a book, we too need to tell our story. Our thoughts. Whether it be silly or cruel. Like a good stories there is always a bad guy, a few lovers, and the hero. But what if I said all characters are all three? Are you confused yet?Now your po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/831990/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/831989/ Sleep wasn’t going to come easy to me tonight. I could already tell. Jake was asleep next to me, his arms wrapped around me. So obviously moving wasn’t going to be a possibility. I looked at the clock then back at the ceiling. The room was devoured in black, so thick you could hardly see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/820387/ “Who was that?” Jake asked as I walked back into the room.“Oh it was just Jaci.”“You still friends with her? I mean no offense but she isn’t the world’s greatest best friend.”“I know but still. I mean the only people I know here are you and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/820386/ "Well, its not that easy.""Jacob Scott Smith! What is the real reason you aren't leaving?"I saw the look of shock come accross his face. I have never had to say his full name before. It shocked me even."My family may be horrible but they are family i can't just pack up and leave.""So your le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/820385/ "so ashley? does your parents know you and jake are going out?" Mrs. Smith asked me at the dinenr table."Um my mom does and i dont know if she told my dad. um i dont really see or talk to my dad much considerrring he lives in Texas.""Oh so your parents are divorced then?" i looked down at my p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/815710/ "well did you enjoy the ride?""mhm. it was fun.""i dont see how though i mean all we did was sit in the car and talk.""your point? i mean do we actually ahve to go somewhere to have fun?'"no but t would have been nice you know?""i know."we walked into his house. it was strangly quiet. bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/815709/ "you know what we shld do?""what" Jake said looking up."we should go for a ride around town.""are you going to be up for it though?""yeah.""ok."we went outside. i noticed the three cars. hmmm were they there last nite? "which car?""truck if thats cool?""ok." he went into the house .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/815708/ when i woke up the sky wasn't cheery. infact it was gloomy and gray. it was also rainy. the sound of the rain reminded me of my mother's indian rainstick. every time a drop hit it was rice. it was also quite windy. like a gaint fan was blowing over the little town of Twin Falls.i realized Jake was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/815707/ i forgot how it felt to have another human laying with me. and i only wnet with out it for a day. i tried not to move all that much. i loved the way his arms were wrapped around me. i also love the way his warm breath greeted my neck. it made tingles awaken. i loved it.his breath on my neck remind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/815706/ "Well here we are." Sam said as we pulled up to a creamy house. The bright green grass bouncing the light of the moon off."Do you think his family will mind that I'm here?""Nah. I told him ahead of time.""Ah. smart idea. i mean i definetly didn't think about doing that.""Haha lucky for you i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/815703/ i have never written in a guys point of view so dont judge plz http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/806259/ I understood well.  It hurt so bad though that now I regretted what I’ve done. I called Gaara…. Nothing. Zabuza? Still nothing. Near? He answered.            “Ha-ha how’s it going?”   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/795640/ its a poem about being dumped. even if it wasnt the right way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/794497/        i obviously wasn't keeping track of time or where i was going.all i knew was i had traveled far from my little town. i had checked my phone its eleven. i dont have a clue in the world as to where i am, but to be honest i dont care. i past by signs and billboards... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/727827/ Iawoke to the sun shining and birds singing. Kids running around outside playingtheir silly little games. My mother wasn’t back yet. Making me feel oh so lonesome.I wish my love were here with me. Laying by my side. My head on his chest. Himkissing my forehead. Butsigh its on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/727826/ Mybrain had a total meltdown. I forgot everything I shouldn’t have.Hyperventilate. Its takes control slowly making your freak out three times asbig as it was before. Making you shake and scramble. Making all the thoughts inyour head turn to Jell-O. Liquid and scrambled thoughts. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/727824/ Punishmentis something only some deserve. But it feels as if everyone even the innocentget the punishment more then the guilty. For me this was on of those times.Where Jake and I were the innocent and his parents were the guilty. They shouldbe charged with the breaking of two lover&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/727822/ Thenext morning was bright and cheerful, unfortunately Jake and I weren’t. Jakehad to go back to Twin Falls today which was something he was not lookingforward to. The feelings I had inside couldn’t be expressed threw words morethrew writing and tears. I watched himget .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/727819/ We got back to my house around eleven. I could tell he didn’t want to go. And he could tell I wouldn’t let him. He grabbed my hand and walked me towards my house. I opened the door letting us wonder down the hall to my room. He looked around the small area. The black walls, the pink ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark3stT3lli3/723332/