http://slow.writerscafe.org/jazzyjess2301 The original writings of author Jess Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033676 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hi, I'm an addict. Yes, still. Better in some ways. Worse in others. I don't bleed anymore. Not on purpose at least. 5 years since I've felt that rush. The worst and best drug I've ever known. Could one argue that I've tried to fill the void? Perhaps.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2853706/ Air rushed to my lungs As I wokeIn Barcelona6 hours on one of the fastest trains in EuropeTo a new cityA new countryNew sky, ground, language, peopleNew air in my lungsA smile spread on my faceAs I walked In BarcelonaDogs everywhereCold wind on my skin on the sandy beachA gay pride flag smiling at m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2068995/ I hear the whistle blare in the distanceDread floods into my chestBlinking red gates bar my path and I am trapped in the place I have always beenThe wheels roar as they rumble pastFull and empty cars race, bursting with anticipation yet lacking in confidenceI am unaware of what lies beyond the track.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2063744/ You called me your experimentA simple testJust to see if my watersWere the kind you’d like to swim inBut you shouldn’t do that to womenPlay with their feelings butI was in too deep to really careYou trapped me with Stockholm SyndromeI was happy just to matterThing is that I didn’t .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2063740/ The GirlShe wants to be a bird when she grows upHow cool would it beTo see what's above the clouds?To float on the breeze?To fly?But they tell her that's impractical. A girl cannot become a bird. A girl cannot fly.For halloween, she dresses as a fairyCardboard wings taped to her back.The other .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2063739/ 2:32 amWhen she was a child she was warned about the JabberwockShe fought it all her lifeBut at 2:32 am, she would fight one last timeAnd loseShe took her vorpal sword in handThe blade went snicker-snack but much much slower than thatAt last the Jabberwock was slainAnd she, the girl, in no more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2063736/ I am not GodI know I'm not immortalI don't want the people to go fight their wars for meI just think that maybe I might deserveTo feel good in my skinThough I'm covered in sinAnd you won't stop reminding me of the hell that I'm inI know I'm not GodOn the last day of judgmentIt's not me in the clouds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2063735/ If no man is an island, you left me alone and less than humanBefore you I was a monster yet, a creature with misshapen dreamstoo abstract to live, and too concrete to dieBut how cruel to strip such a creature of their illusion of humanityAnd love. Oh, love.What be love but a drug and life our dealer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2063734/ Welcome to my little worldIt's small but it's my homeLittle world for this little girlIt's much too small for someMost are not invitedThose who are, they never stayI told them they were specialI guess special doesn't mean that much these daysThis is my little world It's home but it's not comfyI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2063733/ December 5thYou took a part of me. But no, you didn't take, I gave. I gave you a part of me and you gave me the sameMost of me thought that you would stay forever. Part of me knew better. But I still gave you that part of me. Part of me says it doesn't matter. It's a social .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2063731/ Hello, I'm an addict.What am I addicted to?Well, it depends on the day. Hello, I'm an addict. Today under the subcategory ofAn AlcoholicMy grandfather was an alcoholicI swore I'd never touch the stuffBut I was weakAnd fell in love with the dizzy it made me feelI was suddenly able to laugh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/2063727/ You're saying that you heard my criesI laugh 'cause I know it's all liesSo please don't tell me my demiseCame to you as a surpriseMy name you'll all come to despiseWhile my mouth gets filled with fliesHumming"Long Live the King""The King who Dies" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1916359/ I wish that I could write more than just things that make you sadThey say that art comes from pain. Guess I've got a lot of that. A near rhyme just then, but not quite. I should step up my game. I've gone quite out of tune with just one person here to blame.Just one?     &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1816801/ Is my pain a game to you?“I’m starving,” is what you say.No, you’re not. I am.I haven’t eaten in a week.“This is making me depressed,” you say. No, it isn’t. You’re not depressed. I am.All I want to do it sit in the dark and die. “I swear, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1791394/ People speak in different waysSome speak with wordsThey use their voices to communicate what they think and feelOthers cannot, will not speak at allThey use their handsA sort of dance with fingers and arms used to display how they live without soundSome will speak through song Manipulate the air aro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1791393/ She was beautifulHer thoughts were beautifulBut only if the word "beautiful"was synonymous withthe word "dark"Sheand her thoughts werepoetic, but only ifpoetic meantsad. Her thoughts werecomplex, but only if complex meantmaddening. She washappy. But only ifhappymeantd y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1791386/ My name isKloria Visage, and this is my story. Well, the beginning of it, anyway. Please,if you can spare a moment, read how I began. This could be a warning for you.What happened to me could happen to you. You need to be prepared, like I wasn’t.It begins ona sunny afternoon. I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1579102/ Sometimes I wonderHow life would beIf you weren't youAnd I wasn't meWould it be different?Or just the same?Would we exist?Would I have a name?Would I wonder these things,Or leave them to rot.Down in the dark and the damp of my thought.I wonder what I would wonder instead.Would I wonder at all?Would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1546730/ I know that she is everywhereI turn around and seeAnother person standing thereGrinning back at me I know she's thinking evil thoughts Ones that aren't my ownI know that fighting's all for naughtWhen she gets me alone In the silence of the roomShe whispers in my earWords of horror, death a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1546724/ The Butterflies are Frozen As the snow falls on the grassNot a whisperNot an echoNot a sound The ice sparklesUnder the lightOf a frozen sun The butterflies are frozenTheir gossamer stained-glass wingsShattering into a thousand shardsOf broken, frozen glass http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1546722/ There is a place of which nobody knowsAnd here is the secret which I will discloseIt’s a land full of wonder, sorrow or joyIt can think for itself. It likes to play coy  It disguises itself as a room full of booksThough I ask you not to judge by its looksIt reveals itself only to those wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1546721/ Chapter 7             As I stareup at the scaley man, who is grinning evilly down at me, even more GEMs startto close in on us. “We know what you’re doing, little human lady. We knowyou’re trying to rescu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447957/ Chapter 6Chris’s view             It has beenless than a day since we have been dragged back to this cursed facility and inthis short time I have been subjected to more tests than I had ever beensubjected to before.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447513/ Drag my feet.Watch the sun.Cross the sky. I haven’t slept in days. Day is no time for sleeping,Say the sunwakers.But neither is night. When am I supposed to sleep?So tired, But when the moon rises, My energy returns.The only change,Is the darkness of my eyes. I am a creature of the night. I do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447230/ Love, so strange and strongIt is a force uncontrolledWe can’t understandIt could create lifeBut it can destroy the sameIf it goes uncheckedWords also matterSome say “Hate” is much too strongIs love not the same?You can never beToo sure when it comes to theMatter of your heartFor, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447227/ It’s funny the things people notice. The ripples of the leaves as the wind blows through the trees.The color of a stranger’s eyes.We all notice different things.Our brains all run differently.I might notice something that never crossed your mind.The shape of a face.The twitch of a hand.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447226/ Sister and I went to explore, Looking for some clues.Her in her brown rainbow shorts. Me in my red shoes.As she ran along behind,I looked up the mountain, tall.If I could climb something so high, I could rule it all!Then I tried to scale the rocks,But Sister cried, so sweet,“Wouldn’t it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447224/ Whispers, whispers, everywhereIn the trees, in the air. Whispers, whispers, all around. In the sky, in the ground. Whispers say that you might die. Whispers say that you should lie. Whispers say you’re not alone. Even when you’re on your own. Something might creep up behind, Trying to co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447222/ Stone WallsCold and ThickMade of dirt and sturdy brickWhat’s inside? Riches galore?Love? Magic?Even More?I’ve wandered the earth but,What’s inside those mysterious walls of brick?Oh what a curious sigh from the voice on the outside.Stone wallsCold and ThickMade of dirt and sturdy b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447220/ Tick. Tick. Tock. Seconds pass. But I have not moved. Have the seconds really passed?How long is a second compared to a millennium?Time. Passing Time.Such a curious thing.What is time really?Merely a figment of human imagination?Or a force so powerful that it controls the entire universe?Time. Passi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447218/ The rise and fall of the tideThe rise and set of the sun and moonEverything working togetherIn perfect harmonyA flock of birds swerve and dip through the skyThey part perfectly in the airAnd reconvene at a tree nearbyWings beating in unisonCreating designs on the clouds aboveIn perfect harmonyThe wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447217/ Nevermore. Nevermore.This has not happened ever before not until now, not after nowthe only moment in timeonce in a blue moon, when pigs flya shooting star fallen to earthdouble rainbow, never in a lifetimeThe grasp of the handthe blink of an eyeNever? Always. Forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447215/ Chapter 5             This is the weirdest feeling I have ever felt. Ever. I feel terrified. My super-kids have been kidnapped by a secret organization of evil scientists. I feel excited. This will be an incredible adventure to rescue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447212/ Chapter 4When I come to, I find myself on the couch, a bag of peas on my head and a huge lump under my left eye. I look to my left and see Jefferson and Marie standing there talking to a police officer. Jefferson glances over and when he sees me awake, he rushes over and kneels next to me. ".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447210/ Chapter 3Chris’s View My brain swims into consciousness, though my eyes remain closed. I register the fact that I am in a rectangular room, strapped to a metal table with rough bonds. The air smells of rubbing alcohol and hydrogen peroxide and my body aches. Jake and I put up a go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447209/  Chapter 2 “Mom?” Chris asks, incredulously. I give a small wave.“Hi. I was just… cleaning your closet.” I turn and start flicking through the clothes hung there to prove my point. Will walks over.“How much did you hear and see?” he asks grave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447208/  Chapter 11 year later I had never worn jeans. I was from a very rich and very proper family and I have never worn anything other than a blouse, skirt or dress. But, a few weeks after I adopted my kids, I bought my first pair of jeans. They were amazingly comfortable and I was neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447094/ "Just here, Jefferson," I say to my driver. He pulls up next to the building. "Park over there. I don't know how long I'll be.""Yes, Ma'am." I step out of the door and he rolls down the passenger seat window of my long black limo. "Good luck." He says with a smile."Thank you." I smile back. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447092/ When Nicolette Whitfield, rich and single, adopts four kids and a dog, she soon finds, they are no ordinary kids. Soon, she thrown into a world not her own and she must fight to get her family back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jazzyjess2301/1447091/