http://slow.writerscafe.org/airpirates The original writings of author matpat en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776068971 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15     The bus stopped right at the center of town. Looking out the window I saw tables that had been lined up together running down the street. Each was selling a variety of fruits and vegetables like a farmers market.     I stood from my seat and swung my backpack over m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1956523/ A boy has run away from home and come across allies that can help him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1956520/ Been told my opinion didn't matterWell, I’m sorry my words are like a gunI'm sorry if my words are just banter Let’s be real I have an opinionIt’s gonna take a lot to shut me upWords empower me and make my mouth runI am not so sorry to interruptIf I give you sugar I’d be lyin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1892565/ “Charlie! 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He sees what everyone lives through, he sees their struggles and can't grasp how anyone can live life like they do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1737507/ I woke up around 8,Shawn was still asleep and Carmen was still in his sleeping bag. I got out ofthe car quietly and shut the door. Sleeping upright in a car all night does notfeel good, I took a couple of minutes to stretch, I heard the car door shutbehind me, looking, it was Shawn.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1730693/ “What?” I started toback away slowly.“No, this is my kidbrother.” Shawn tried explaining.“I’m going to have toask you to come with me just to be sure.” he started moving towards us.“Rick…”“Yeah?”&l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1730659/ you see me, but yet you don't know meI know everything about yousometimes I spare yousometimes I have no mercy on your soulyou see me as I wait fro you at death's doorsome of you run and hidebut I will always find you in the endsometimes youngsometimes oldbut eventually you will dieand I will be the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1730614/             Pap was silent a moment then hestood, “Guess we should get you two to town.”            I stood and kicked Shawn’s foot towake him up, “Hey,&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1728445/ We were silent a longtime just sitting there. The wind brushed up through the trees and couple ofbirds started to chirp before they settled down again. We were still cold andwet but both wouldn’t say anything. I didn’t know what time but the moon wasstill high in the sky, so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1727309/ “Rickey, Rickey getup.” I opened my eyes, the tall pine trees were still outside, the track hadcut into the side of the mountain. “What?” I groaned, Ipersonally liked sleeping until the moon was gone and the sun was up.“I think we might bestopping.&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1722320/ I'm afraid I don't want the darkness to reach melike black fingers that touch my insecuritiesmaking me feel what I try to hidewhat I bury because I don't want to feel the painit holds me tightI cry out for help but no one hearsit's cold icy fingers twang at my heartI just want to goI'm so afraidafra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1722186/ Shawn walked fastlywhile I struggled to keep up half limping and gasping for air with every breathI took. It was loud, teenagers roamed the streets in either leather jackets orsweaters, hair grease or after shaving lotion. 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It was a dinner that apparently wasn’t too popular, judgingfrom the few cars that were parked outside. I crossed the street but never madeit to the dinner.            I passed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1712138/ My confessionIs that I didn't believe there was human kindness leftAt first I would look aroundAnd see the badBut I realize now that I am wrongI'm proven wrong everydayAnd that's not a bad thingI look around now and see the little thingsThe little things that people don't ever seeBut should see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/airpirates/1710299/ I was close to theboarder of Utah but still in Idaho, in a little town called Millard. I wanderedaround the streets looking for a place to eat. Here there were two classes andonly two classes; greasers and socs. 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