http://slow.writerscafe.org/caitlinrosecyr The original writings of author caitlinrosecyr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776112610 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “What’s going on with the whole Jordan thing?” I asked, not really knowing what to expect. I have no idea what’s going on other than the fact my friends are pissed with Jordan for whatever reason.     She sighed, “He’s being a dick. We’re all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1508873/ All the lights in the city were extinguished at 10:30 PM. In fact, the Creators made it impossible to turn them back on until 6:30 AM. No one knew why, they just knew it was that way and accepted it  without question. You aren’t supposed to question anything. It’s an unspoken rule. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1508871/ Samantha: What do you have there? Tony: Why are you wearing pearls?Samantha: I just left a party. Is that a letter? (she smiles)Tony: No. Samantha: Why, what is it then? Tony: It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with young lady. Samantha: My name’s Samantha. I was just wondering, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1508870/ There's something in my voice It trembles as I speak I don't want to say what I'm going to say But I have to say it I can feel the air pushing out of my lungs I can hear my screams but no one else seems to I have scars hidden by my clothes, no one ever knows And I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1460450/ Oh Darling look into the mirror face yourself and the monster you've become you were never an angel you were never a saint Always a sinner Always a monster Eating people alive And pulling them apart at the seams Oh Darling A sinner, a monsterwhat you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1460449/ Take me home I just want to be alone and I can't begin to fathom how I feel inside We had too much to drink I think it's time for you to go You were everything I wanted to be, the person I want to see in the mirror staring back at me, a hope ins.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1460445/ I want to drown my sorrows In the deep ocean of black And hopefully my heart will stop beating oh dear sadness, it's been too longit's nice to be singing the same old song I missed you so, please don't goI want to feel empty once more. I've tried and tried&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1460441/ I'm going to be the one you think of in 20 years When you're married to some uptight woman whom you have extremely boring sex with, and had two kids with, and those two kids will be nothing like how we were. They're going to grow up boring and to study law, they aren't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1460438/ I think it's all in how the flames move How we'd spend nights up late talking How you'd hold your cigarettes every time you'd smokeand the way the smoke would leave your mouth How you'd sip on your coffee and the reasons why I'd love you so much How I'd spit out words when I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1449084/ EscapeBreathe in Breathe out Narrow hallways Doors slammed shut Scream covered cries Breathe in and sigh Chances lost a million times Razor blades glide over skin Scars left behind Late nights Coffee-stained mugs Remind me of youAll the little t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1449080/ I think the flames began to die before we had noticed the smoke, contorting in ways that I was never able to get familiar with I think we had turned to dustbefore we realizedthat fire burns lazily, we shouldn’t have burned out so quickly into black and grey ashI think it’s a lie when peo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1446943/ This is a story of a girlwho was reckless and insane Her name was Alice and one dayShe fell down a rabbit holeand hit her headwhen she reached the bottom.Now Alice never meantto be this wayOh, no, in fact she would hateto be what she had becomeBut one day a boy handed her something And she ate itTha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1437501/ The sky fills with a cloud of dustAnd I can’t breathe. My mother’s telling me to run. Run, run, run!People shout in the streets.                           &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1437497/ Dark clouds were scattered among  the skies with the occasional bolt of lightening and roll of thunder. The wind shook the trees violently, branches snapping with each gust. My mother had left on vacation nearly a month ago and still hadn’t returned. There were messages from her office o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1434181/ A new house. A new town. Just what every 16 year old wanted a new place to stand out, to be a misfit.This had happened all too often since the incident. Roots were violently ripped from the ground that they had just started to grow back into the groundOf all houses we had “settled” in, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1433975/ I spent most mornings sitting in the rays of sun coming through my window. Morning sun had always been the sun I loved and appreciated the most. The sun was always new at 6AM.  Newness and purity are things I love, pure white snow before a child steps in it. When things are simple, life is pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1427986/ The summer sun beat down over nearly everything in the small town that everybody has once loved. The streets used to be full of life, now everything was dead, lifeless. A girl sat in her mother’s garden. She liked the roses, particularly the white ones. Her mother had told her not to touch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1416753/ The room was dark, the moon was shining through the windows. They were sitting on the bed, silk sheets beneath them. "This always happens." She said, twirling the wine glass around. "What always happens?" "You know exactly what happens. This." "I'm confused Jenna, you aren't making sense." "Oh, come.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1414624/ I remember my great grandfather having butterscotch candies every time I saw him I was around 3 years old but I still remember seeing him before we went to Canada because I cut my finger beforehand and I don't remember how I was told he passed away b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1409508/ Life is just some crazy thing. I'm not sure what it means. I'm not sure if it has a meaning. There's no way we could ever really tell if life has a meaning. It's a complex mess no one really can really understand. Not understanding things has always driven me crazy. I want to know. I want to underst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1408194/ The harsh fall winds blows the summer breeze out of days that are now becoming shorter. It's as if summer just snapped. The leaves are changing from greens to oranges, red, yellows, detaching themselves from the trees to which they once belonged to, before crumbling on the ground. Summer is fading, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinrosecyr/1408187/