http://slow.writerscafe.org/CreativeWriter13 The original writings of author Kyline Freed en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978395 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 They say that people that are planning on doing suicide have a sign,But that isn't always the case.There are people that hours or even minutes before they decide to kill themselves are out with friends and having fun acting as usualBut then they get home or alone and you've lost them.Then there are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1672069/ She asks for help but no one doesBut when she killed herself they all wondered why she never asked for help.They didn't care enough for her to open their eyes to see Her eyes full of pain or Her broken heart full of so many memories that there wasn't a spot left undamaged.They didn't even see the te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1672066/ This is a poem for the person I loved more then anything else and then just left. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1646523/ I want it to be over,I sometimes wish I were dead. I've even tried.I'm thinking about it more now.I think it would just be better if I were gone,That everyone would be happier,That they wouldn't have to deal with theLoud,Annoying,Me.They wouldn't have to listen to me complain aboutMy family, or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1646521/ “Where am I?” is the first thing out of my mouth, before my eyes are even open. For some reason I already know that everything isn’t right; as in I don’t hear my younger sister screaming at me to get up or my mom yelling back telling her to shut up. Another thing is that I he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1601411/ Andrew makes me and Kalek wait a day before he allows us to go. I don’t understand why but all well, I don’t really care anyways, it gave me time to get things together without rushing. I hear a knock on my door. I open it to see Kalek standing there, his bag on his back with only one s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1530024/ Andrew leads Kalek and I back to the sunroom where the two guys still are, standing in the same exact position they were standing in when me and Kalek left nearly fifteen minutes ago, only now a guy wearing a white shirt and black pants is with them, he turns when he hears us close the door. The guy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1525824/ “Krista. Are you okay?” It’s Eve. “You would know if you had been paying attention the past fifteen minutes. “What’s going on between you and Kalek?” she asks me. She had taken down her hair and now it was partially curled. “No-nothing,” I stutte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1498277/ I wrote this in sixth grade for a veteran's day assembly because one person in each elective was chosen to write something having to do with being in the army or navy and I was chosen for the choir elective and I was the only one who decided to have a new take of perspective on it and have it take p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1485001/ I wrote this a couple years ago but was never sure if it was good enough to put online. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1485000/ Sorry it took so long to get part 2 up, I haven't had much free time lately. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1484999/ “Aiden,’’ I gush out, as though I’m short of breath. “Hi Krista,” he smiles the faintest of smiles and glances over at Kalek. “Hi,’’ Aiden steps forward and holds out his hand to Kalek to shake but he does the same thing he did to mine and star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1484419/ "Are you Krista?" the guy who had first looked at me asks. His voice is kind of pitchy and sounded like what a little boy would sound like. "She is," the other guy says, his voice deeper hen the other guys. He moves a piece of his dark hair out of his eyes, "Don't you see her birthmark? She didn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1479098/ Sorry this is rather short but I couldn't think of what to write in this chapter after the line about the two men. xD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1478546/ Dinner was filled with questions about me, most of which I had to lie about the answers, I was tempted to tell the truth  just to see their reactions but I knew just from Andrew’s and Eve’s stares that I was to tell no one.    After dinner I walk back to my room, hopi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1476869/ Heroes fall,Cowards prevail.My kingdom crashes,Dust blooming around me.My world moves,Changing who I amTelling me to be someone I’m notBut why all this? Why must I do this just to feel like I’m someone?To not feel like I’m nobody,Like I’m somebody?This can’t all work,I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1474276/ You walk away,Leaving me crying in pain.My blood glistens on your hand, To match the blood on my face.It looks as though it were painted.My eye I know is swollen,The blood and the bruise,Mixing to a nasty shade of grey.I can tell by looking in the mirror,That you had been blocking only moments ago,T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1471957/ Chapter 4    I look at the both of them my eyes feeling as though they are glossed over. “Wha- how is that me? Sun Goddesses aren’t even real.”    “There’s only one,” Andrew mutters to where you can barely make out what he was saying... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1462656/ This poem is about trusting the wrong people and things happening. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1458104/ They say I’m perfect,Or that I do everything right.What they don’t see is that I’m dark,I think of death,Blood running murder.I think of people being attacked,Mauled and brought to death.I think of how many ways people can die,Hung,Stabbed,Drowned,Suffocated.These are all things th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1456174/ I have been told to not live in vain,To save one's heart or,Let it rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1454331/ How can you say that you love meWhen you don't?How can you tear up my heartPiece by piece and expect me to forgive you?How can you stand there laughing with your buddiesWhen I'm over in this corner cryingBecause it's me your talking about? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1450235/ How is it that I can remember the voice,But not the words,Remember the face,But not the person.Remember their fate,But not their time..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter13/1445907/ Chapter 3    I step back in shock. 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