http://slow.writerscafe.org/annabellegolden The original writings of author Annabelle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997081 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What happened to the spirit of inquiry? The desire for knowledge and the quest to discover, but we're Living life in fear of one another, each other - each and every day. That's not the way to live and not the way to love. That's not what's wanted for us from any god up above, but to talk, and to le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annabellegolden/1433020/  The tips of myskis glided through the delicate pure snow as I peeked to my left to keep tabson who was going to be aligned with me on the triple ski lift. A green jacketwith a scruffy beard for a face, and a younger version of him coated in black... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annabellegolden/1427290/ She is toxic. In the most ambiguous sense she is a cancer that needed tobe cut from my life. I am fifteen and in being fifteen I am bound by law, otherrestrictions, and public opinion and am unable to take action regarding any aspectof my life independentl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annabellegolden/1427274/ You are beautiful.You may not have a smile that shows through your eyes,or you may not have a long mane dripping of gold.Your eyes are not the color of a clear morning sky.Your thighs enjoy the company of the other. And your skin has tiger stripes, reminding you of how strong you are.But you ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annabellegolden/1427270/ If you were a songI would play you as I was falling asleep,so that you could lay with me,and we could forget our troubles, and we would think as one.And as we lay there,your hands would dance up my legs,and find comfort in the small of my back.Playing my body like a symphony.Striking all the ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annabellegolden/1427263/