http://slow.writerscafe.org/AnnaDoe The original writings of author Anna Doe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984220 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm so sorry you're dead and I'm still alive. you wanted life, you were excited and all I do is think of the million ways I can end mine. I'm so sorry you're gone and I'm here.I'm sorry for everyone who has to see my face and hear my voice, everyone who is at the obligation of maintaining&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/2098685/ At a certain age and time, you get this sudden realization of ridiculousness and the meaningless of life. Yet I refused as I still do, to admit it. I believe that I am in some sort of a constant fight. Fighting my depression by creating an entire imaginary life. By living through David and Anna who .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/2089374/ she was standing in the kitchen, her hair was thrown in a messy bun. She was wearing an old white striped shirt, with joggings, that was too big for her that you can feel them falling slightly but she keeps tucking at them and pulling them. She was there just standing in front of the stove with a li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/2067727/ I miss her .I vigorously imagine her there home waitingfor me . so I ran back home , ran up the stairs and I stop for a second tocatch my breaths and search nervously for my keys . They fall down the stairsand I go all the way down stairs and fetch my keys cursing my bloody luck . I’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/2001352/ she stared at her naked body in the tiny mirror of her bathroom . she'd have to step back few steps till she could feel the cold wall against her a*s and stand onher toe tips to be able to get a view of  body on that bathroom tiny mirror.She gained weight. It's not just her imagination or her m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1978456/ This was originally a suicide note . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1939521/ I was lying inbed and I heard the door unlock . the sound of keys thrown on the table thensome noise in the kitchen . "Anna , is that you" I yelled poorly . Iwas in bed half asleep . I couldn't keep my eyes open for longer than fewseconds and I felt back asleep .My back felt warmer and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1932770/ When do you give up ? she asked . When you no longer aspire ;when you are empty of hopes and desires ;when air is too heavy to breathe; when you choke in your own tears .My Anna . Came to my door . She felt on the ground of my front door .I heard the fall . I ran to my Anna .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1927604/ I am a terrible writing , I can never manage to make a full essay , words come up to me shattered , uncoherance ,and I'm afraid I don't have the ability to organise it into a proper essay , so it's basically thoughts shattered over a piece of paper , meanenless and empty . what am I ? I constantly w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1878247/ She was lying on her stomach on the bed .Her hair tiedup in a messy bun . she was sucking on a lollipop.Occasionally, she’d put it  on her lips ; slides it over her wetlips gently . At times, she pulls out her tongue  and lick it .  Her bangs weremes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1878052/ It's cold, too cold to move ,or sometimes it's just too hot you run out of air . make it stop please , help me make it stop . I no longer know my way out of this . I love you too much . please .Long day at work today , it's 9 pm I walk in . house is warm , too warm so I open up the windows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1845121/ hello dear . I thought I'd write to you . it's a rainy sad day today . reminded me of you . you and rain are so much alike . both so delicate yet cold .I didn't think it'll be this hard to write to you , but it is . I don't know what to say .rain , cold air  and the warmth of a hot cup of coffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1835275/ third day of january , it's cold but it's okay because it's holidays . I sit next to my window with a hot cup of dark coffee and I stare at the neighborhood , so very empty and calm even though it's 8am .I get my pc , check my emails then put some music on ,what am I going to do today, I'm lyin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1813624/ hello . my name is Anna .come closer .yes please .move closer to where your heart should be buried along with mine .come to me . hold your hand and I'll reach you , you'll feel me in the breeze of air that cuddles you gently .you'll feel me  everywhere.I'll alwyas be here . I'm always.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1811932/ do you think you can be lost in someone's touch , be fascinated with this tiny piece of heaven . a touch . a kiss perhaps , feels like a cold breeze of air in a hot summer day . summer days are long and warm , and there's something in the air , something like drugs , strangely make you thirsty for l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1787141/ Would it freak you out thatI kept searching for your name so desperately butthen I've named you after my heart .  Names areurreleavant , words of nonsense .  then, I took your handand snift your smell , I've let your odour invade my n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1721825/ I found an old house isolated in mountains where my grandpa lives , it's practically one single room with a bed a window and an unfinished wall , it was very isolated and near mountains , no one lives near mountains since there's no electricity no water and of course they're afraid of the wild anima.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1719651/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1719650/ humans should carefully pay attention to  the words coming out oftheir mouths , how a single word they say have the power to destroy one's existence. Do not ask me how I've become who I am . You caused it , every bit of it . If one's existence has became a burden .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1714293/ In each kiss Ipainted on other's lips it was for you. As tenderly asit could get, it was for you .Every time Itold him "I love you" , I was screaming your name deep inside of me .Each time he'dstare at me, I'd close my eyes and stare back at you .You are myeverlasting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1702879/ I was laying on the bed naked, staring at my erected penis. Then staring at her. Staring at her hurts. When every single part of me is calling out her name and she'd refuse to touch me, to kiss me. when my heart melts into pieces each time she sighs.constantly wanting her hurts, needing her even whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1693149/ Lonliness , what a disease . Strange are the things you do when you're despretaly lonely .Feeling so vacant . Deserted .Some crowl up in a corner and cry  maybe call one of their exs do things they'd probably regret later on it's like being drunk for some . Others pretend they're okay with it ,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1676431/ I'm addressing you this letter , not as my lover , but as my  friend, my only friend .I hope you're okay out there . I'm worried you'd be harmed . This distance is killing us .  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1652784/ And so I open my arms  Close my eyes and run naked in dark empty streets . In the dark  corners of his heart,And I feel it .I can feel it surrounding me .Desire PainAnd lust .It holds me softly at first. Then His fingernails  plant deep in my skinAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1643725/ This no letter , not with the usual meaning of a letter .This is me talking to you. Letting you know what hurtsme the most . All the things I wish I could've said to you , but never was ableto. I'll write it all down . Maybe you'll read it . Maybe you'll know it's foryou . A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1594793/ Chaos ,life is a complete chaos.Trapped in the maze of whispers and thoughts . Susurratingour hopes .Then , shouting them out loud . Holding on to those words as if theyare the light to clear up the way .To unravel the mystery .Yet the voices fadeaway, and we search desperately for somethi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1593765/ I was never a religious person . I'm not even sure I believe in anything at all . It was always more complicated for me , I don't take things for granted .I'd always ask questions and search for answers ."Doubt everything until you can see for yourself that it's true".But here I am in the bus on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1543925/ "Howcomplicated can this be . This mortal  life . In Such we need care andseek for attentions . Millions of disturbed souls hoping to be different ,special . Wanting to be eternal , unforgettable . Why is it that we fear to beforgotten this much ?  what is it that we need ?to accom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1513059/ Dear everlasting fantasy .I should be asking  how are you , telling you  I'm fine , do the fair to the regular structure of a letter . But what's the point ? you won't answer and I am not even close to fine . I can't deal with your constant ignorance, please tell me I'm not as forgett.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1497681/ Chaos , life is a complete chaos ,trapped in the maze of whispers and thoughts susurrating our hopes ,then , shouting them outloud . Holding on to those words as if they are the light to clear up the way ,to unravel the mystery . Yet the voices fades away and we search despretly for something to bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1481513/ Dearnameless.Dear ohdear , I’m afraidthose letters might became a consuetude  . I find great conciliation in writing you . All the chaos in my mind takes order in a beautiful consistency  , everything seems clearer  and I feel calm.I didn’treceive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1461552/ Dear stranger ,In the hopethat you miss me , in order to not be forgotten , I write .I write toyou , dear friend .Hope you’resafe and well .It’s been awhile since we last talked , I miss your smell , your warm hands and  your eyes  .Moments , lost moments I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1460848/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaDoe/1460830/