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		<description>The original writings of author SenoritaAriii&lt;3</description>
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			<description>A man sits in his favorite armchair in his living room, staring at his favorite painting on his pale green walls. It has a silver picture frame, with swirls running through it. It has a chip from when his young daughter knocked it off the wall while trying to fly a kite in the house. He remembers hi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/788042/</link>
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			<title>The missing Crayon</title>
			<description>Certaintly not a beautiful piece of work, more of some of my thoughts written into stanzas. Nowhere near what I used to do. POsitive feedback welcome. Negitive nellies go screw.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/702315/</link>
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			<title>Wondering</title>
			<description>And it's about...wondering!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/600012/</link>
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			<title>Stars</title>
			<description>The twinkles shine brightSome point at nightThe end comes nearThen it's hereLight shining throughDoes it shine to you?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/594587/</link>
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			<title>Once Upon A Time: A Story About Boo-Boos</title>
			<description>When you were little, did you call something that hurt a boo-boo? Did Band-Aids make your boo-boo better? I have a boo-boo. My boo-boo is very big and hurts very much, but Band-Aids can't get to it, and doctors refuse to say anything's wrong with it. In fact, the doctors say I don't really have one...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/582696/</link>
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			<title>Spread My Wings</title>
			<description>Like a birdSet me freeLet me see what waits for meIn the world of despairLet me try and go out there&amp;nbsp;Spread my wings and try to&amp;nbsp; flyWhat will look me in the eyeFear despair, fatal thingsFrightened but brave, let me spread my wings&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/574736/</link>
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			<title>Visit To Play</title>
			<description>The little girlLost and forgottenToo young to stayFull of her play&amp;nbsp;Only remembered In albumsAnd stories&amp;nbsp;Likes to come out And playRemind people&amp;nbsp;She used to be here alwaysNow she only visits To play&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/571781/</link>
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			<title>Big And Strong</title>
			<description>Veggies make you big and strongAdd a cup of milkWhat about your mind and your feelingsHow do those get strong?&amp;nbsp;Are there veggies for your feelingsVacinations to make it not hurtWays to keep you from cryingWhen the one you love is gone?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/568236/</link>
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			<title>Why?</title>
			<description>Why do we stay silent when it hurts?Why don't we open our heartsSay what's been hurtUse the voiceWe've been givenState the truth And keep on going?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why can't we look a problem head-onTell it what we've done wrongFix it fast before it growsMake it shrink So we can..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/567803/</link>
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			<title>Life as a chocolate</title>
			<description>I was looking at some of my school stuff, and found a persona I did, and I was eating one of these choclates. This isn't exactly a persona, but I like it. Please tell what you think!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/567423/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes I wonder</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I wonder-The things we saidThe things we didEverything we hadDo you remember?&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I wonder-Were things ever actually like thatOr did we just pretend?&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I wonder-Where you are How you areWhat you are&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I wond..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/567321/</link>
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			<title>The Truth</title>
			<description>I'm a liarI'm uselessI'm dumbI give up easilyI'm gonna get knocked up at a tender ageI'm gonna do drugs the minute I meet &quot;a guy&quot;That's what you sayYou must be mistakenI state factsI do what needs to be doneI'm smart in the ways that matterI never give up on something with hope..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/566435/</link>
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			<title>i respect her</title>
			<description>I walk down the hallway and see a women who has struggled, fought, and lost. And I respect her. Who is this women? She is the women all alone, whose eyes are tired, who has shaddows under them from lack of sleep because she spends her nights up, worrying about the things no longer in her control, ev..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aberg/564830/</link>
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