http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tippytoe396 The original writings of author Tippytoe396 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776221304 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The short and sweet story of an old man recalling the happy and sad childhood memories involving his best friend- and cherries. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/1027278/ The rest of the week went by in an interesting way. Well, Leon asked me out on a date to the library. I, of course, turned him down, but I think he was just trying to think he was better than Aiden. Gabe was home with the cold for a few days, so after school I would get him whatever he wanted and m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572837/ After the dreadful two hours of waiting for lunch, I decided to forget about calling Aiden tonight. There were more important things I had to worry about. For instance, I'd have to talk to Gabe about helping me find a place to live during Phil's time in jail. What do they do with those kids anyway?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572751/ I woke up to the sound of the noisy birds chirping outside my window I left wide open from the night before. I chuckled to myself and flopped over to my side to look at the time- 5:46. Although it was much earlier than I usually got up, I hopped out my bed, the springs bouncing up and down, and falt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572740/ Melanie and I stepped into Christine's eighteen year old sister, Oliva's, huge micro bus. The car was shaped like a huge 3-D rectangle on wheels- it was sunny yellow color with peace signs and stars painted along the outside and beads and fuzzy chairs on the inside. She was kind if an outrageous .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572737/ Sally welcomed us with the usual jolly grin upon her pudgy face and held a sample of her newest grand idea. “What's this?” Gabe asked while picking up a miniature pizza the size of a tablespoon from the tray in Sally's arms. “They are my latest masterpiece of course!” sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572734/ “So,” Mrs. Johnson took a thoughtful sip from her iced tea, “How did this happen?” I sat on the kitchen counter patiently as Gabe cleaned some of my cuts. He didn't get grossed out from stuff like this and was the only one who offered anyway. He wrapped a sling around my w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572732/ “I think I'll just walk...” I told Mr. Berns. He nodded with a stern look on his face, the stress lines on his forehead appearing larger than ever. 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I checked on Gabe's room to see if he was awake, and sure enough, he was. I gave him a quick wave, and he opened his window in return. Chills ran down my bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572721/ Everything's going to be okay Annabel. Everything's going to be fine... I took deep breaths as I was curled up at Gabe's side. Oh what the heck? Nothing was okay! My best friend had a huge purple bruise that was blooming across his shin, Melanie got her head cracked open with glass crammed it, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572577/ “Coming!” I yelled across the hall and shuffled my feet to the door.Gabe was standing there with the tiny boxes of red geraniums in both arms and two tiny shovels. “Perfect!” I squealed. “Why didn't you just walk in though?” I asked while taking some of the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572575/ “Huh?” I mumbled still have asleep. I squeezed my eyes shut as the sun rays beaming through the window hit my face.  As funny as it seemed, I had no idea where I woke up that morning. There was a guitar in the corner, a soccer ball at the foot of the bed, a Sports Illustrated magazi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572574/ There was color everywhere. Everything I touched was so bright and full of volume. Nothing was dull, or unreal. It could have been in a fairytale. I was at the park with Gabe. We were sitting on a wooden bench watching fathers playing frisbee with their children, kids fishing, mothers reading, the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572572/ I was scared, yet deep down inside of me I knew that it would all work out. Although, even with my hopes up, it probably wouldn't. “You can do it.” Gabe encouraged. I knew I could. But could I take it afterward? That was the question. I sighed. “I know I can. I can do it. 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I wasn't the kind of person to struggle and end up like my mother. He .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572554/ She was frightened. Her whispering was loud in my ears for just a moment, telling me things that I couldn't comprehend. I was only three years old when this happened, so I didn't know English very well. All I could translate was, “Annabel, Annabel, Annabel” over and over again. “A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572549/ Annabel White, a not-so-average teenage girl, has a huge secret that only her best friend, Gabe White, knows about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tippytoe396/572547/