http://slow.writerscafe.org/amacallister The original writings of author Amaranta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072683 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A father, a man; innocent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1801148/ cuento and maybe poem of real people that are now long gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1771369/ A writing assignment for English 12 where I had to write in the style of Fitzgerald accompanying an alluded-to situation in The Great Gatsby. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1762005/ Angel has a slow first day, before a new girl walks in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1742767/ Kenda says goodbye to Mogadishu. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1741262/ Micah, Noah, Jada and Angel celebrate the last day of summer before Term 1 starts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1740306/ Backstory of Rosewater High School. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1739626/ These are collected stories from youth in Rosewater High School. Story image by Grace Miceli. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1739617/ update on feelings while listening to joey bada$$ and almost done high school. TW for death mention, vague suicide mention, doctors mention, some negativity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1732671/ The pact is confirmed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1659414/      In the morning, Cheung Po Tsai is still asleep.     I crawl out from under his strong arm and the silk covers, leaving my robes tangled somewhere beneath the blankets. It's still early, and the sun hasn't yet risen. I light a single candle, crouching by the stick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1648597/      The aroma of jasmine clings to me. I am standing outside the flower boat, Fa Ming's, the notoriously infamous floating brothel of which I am employed.      It's late evening. I can hear shop-goers murmuring along the waterfront in the rows of sampans and eating b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1648221/ In the Qing Dynasty, colonisation and foreign powers threaten the South China Sea. A story about pirates, power, and love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1648218/ some friends who might be lovers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1505369/ ya (bit gory) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1501576/ Everything was lush. That was how Cunaba’s world was from day to day to day, the hot suns beating down on her, light piercing like spears through the canopy. Her name meant, ‘Brown-Eyed One’, and that was true. Thoughtful brown when she looked down into a pool of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1471760/ The Saemeogawa people of the southern Alspadës forests believe that the stars have fallen to land, and that a holy blessing is upon them. Cunaba watches as her tribe slowly falls ill from the strange, glowing moss that seems to take over the forest one tree at a time. She realises that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1468446/ A humanoid race from a distant planet face extinction after an alien blight invades their homeland. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1468444/ How I feel about it all. Rape/drug use implied http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1454373/ sleep by sleep i love him more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443890/ Impatient Selfish Brat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443572/ A love letter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443571/ About getting over depression with the help of music. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443569/ More summer time sentiments. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443568/ About when I cut off all my hair in the summer time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443567/ About someone very close to me whom I wish was closer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443561/ Watched the movie 'Chronicle'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443554/ (10:32 pm)I'm sadAnd my heart hurtsAnd at the best of timesI wish I could fix myselfBecause shattered glassOn the floorPricks into the feetOf friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443553/ (11:09 pm)There is a glass film Over his body  Not something he canBreak easily There's a big storm inside  He doesn't look it, butHe's a boy made of ice Funny how life goes, though  When things aren'tLooking very nice When you wish he'd come home  And you miss his late night lip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443550/ hmm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443543/ I wrote this in Hawaii when I was half-sleeping, fell asleep, then woke up and found it crumpled under my bed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443541/ kind of steamy this one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1443536/ A dark poem about death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1442074/ Three high school girls from very different worlds skip class to go smoke cigarettes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1442069/ I wrote this sonnet when I was 13 in grade 9. I think this was '10 or '11. This poem is v personal to me because it abstractly refers to my struggle with depression and how alone I felt at the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amacallister/1441091/