http://slow.writerscafe.org/DAcampora The original writings of author DACAC en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002393 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For one of my classes, there's a lesson on Creative Writing. We were given a packet of prompts, and I wanted to share one of them with you! Please Review! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1646006/ just a little something. It's kind of inspired by some Taylor Swift lyrics and songs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1508171/ One day, my sister came home, sat down in front of me, and begged me to bring her to the library so she could get a sign language book. She wanted to be friends with a deaf boy at school. Now, today, I'm standing by the altar, watching them sign, "I Do" to each other http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1456186/ She walks down the street, her hair falling perfectly downher round face. How can someone be so perfect? Her brunette waves flowingacross her blushed red cheeks. She doesn't need the eye shadow, or any makeupfor that matter, 'cause she's just naturally beautiful. She walks down thestreet, wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1456185/ When they were coming home from Florida, they experienced a near-death struggle. There was a huge mass of air, which resulted in an immense amount of turbulence, which caused the airplane to rock back and forth, and it also created a bouncing effect to the passengers on the plane. As the ride got b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1456183/ DanceA sportJumping, Leaping, SweatingWow, I'm getting soreTook a break for waterEven that couldn't quench my thirstBrushing the sweat off my foreheadKnowing that you only have an hour leftUntil I get to go home, and rest my aching body, my heart pounding in my chest, I needto take a hot shower.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1456181/ A Bright, sunny morningBirds chirping in their nestsChildren sleeping soundly in their bedroomsDad making coffeeEveryone else begins to wake upFrom the shining, yellow sun outsideGood morning, yells the dadHitting the table while reading the paperInto the kitchen, they run for foodJust as it st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1456175/ Tired.Tired.Hungry. Miserable.These are words thatdescribe my life and me.I’m tired, almost allof the time.I`m so hungry I would eat aratI’m miserable becauseI’m always tired and hungry. My parents don’tcare.They don&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1444304/ Why did westop, when we still had that long way ahead of us
?The moon usedto shine us, but now it’s dark, and I feel so alone
I wisheverything could be like it once used to be before, please dig me out this hole
I’m fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1444230/ Just a little poem I came up with http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1444059/ Part 1 I was walking down the street with my mom, when I get a textfrom my best friends Amanda. It said to meet her at the airport down thestreet. I looked at my mom and ran down the street, where I see Amanda sittingon a suitcase, crying. I ran to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAcampora/1444057/