http://slow.writerscafe.org/HeadHotel The original writings of author Percy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984257 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is gonna be a fun night. no the hangover bad jokes and awkward lone wolves. Let's stick to the shadows and get f*****g trashed, (Mildly explicit) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1500591/ I hate all of my best friends I hate my room with its christmas lights and photos, I hate this f*****g apartment and the trash in the corners, I even hate her, damn she looks so beautiful even passed out drunm on that sofa she insisted on buying.How is it even possible to hate everything you used to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1477113/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1477110/ Originally written as a chapter to The World Is A Cold Dead Place http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1474043/ Something I wrote on a napkin sitting cold, tired and bored at a empty laundry mat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1473994/ Jan 9 8:41 pmI think of you and my heart is somber/the fire extinguished/the forest saved/bad news for someone who lives on fumes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1473941/ back when the world was closing in and I liked punk music more than almost anything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466478/ Strobe lights and blown speakers Fireworks and hurricanes I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here I'm not here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466396/ The ice cream melts on my bedside table as I lay on my back, staring at the faint outline of my ceiling and the one, single glow in the dark star Mia left behind when she moved down the hall that remains. I didn't really go into the kitchen for ice cream,that was just the faster lie I could th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466371/ One thing I've learned is that, time goes on.wait what is that saying......"Time waits for no man" I am no man.but time will not wait for me either.regardless of what I do or what anyone else does, the world will roll on.whatever tiny disasters might happen in our tiny little lives.time goes on.with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466368/ Now I watch people mingle and I feel out of place.then I watch Hayden laugh and mingle and be all friendly, with his friends, and I feel like another species.  I turn away, I wish I could say I am just jealous, which I am.but the horrible truth is I'm mad he is happy, and belonging.I thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466342/ Hayden caught my eye for a few reasons.mainly, he was something new and I have a rabid and unsatisfiable curiosity.but I've also always had a thing for musicians.Now with the lights dimmed and everyone singing along with his strumming.it's my turn to watch him.and I do, unabashed.everyone else is pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466333/ This Mouth of mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466317/ You still cross my mind from time to time, and I mostly smile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466311/ I drift between thoughts and dreams for awhile.silently playing a one way game with her.Closing my eyes and counting backwards from a hundred until she nudges me.a small and gentle action but we both know its not personal or passionate.its to make sure I'm alive and stay that way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466120/ And I am finally afraid to die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466117/ It's small, being the only thing I could afford after paying This girl.but the lighting in our hotel room is almost raw and rigid in a way I love.She's behind me now as I canvas the room for the best angles, I can feel her eyes on me as I do the dance of photographers.Apparently not convinced I'm no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466023/ That is when I see her.she walks back into my world just like one of those perfect little scenarios I imagine in my head   often at my loneliest times.just magically appearing before me,going about her life like a normal everyday walk for her        but not fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466022/ Do you ever have moments when  you're just walking along minding your own business enjoying the cool summer night air and the world is so peaceful and quiet but then your mind turns on and the quiet is shattered?Now is one of those moments. I always felt like I was seconds away from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466021/ I'll skip this next part Because I don't it's one of the things i don't like talking aboutand get to the real story if you don't mind. (IF YOU DO TOO BAD SUNSHINE BECAUSE I'M A FICTIONAL CHARACTER AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO)That day we were alive, we stayed out until five again.it was unimagin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466020/ If a car drove by it would hit her before the driver would even see her.Instant death."I didn't think you were coming anymore." she sits dead center in the dark black top at the bottom of the hill with her arms crossed,but I can see the smile she is fighting off."Well I'm here""I can see that""w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466015/ 4:50 am.4 years, 202 daysMy alarm is screaming at me.I wish I could be one of the clever people you see in films or on telly.the ones smart enough to put their alarms right next to them so they can reach over press the snooze button after convincing themselves that whatever they set their alar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466013/ 5 years 201 days ago and counting.I don't really know how or when it happened we were walking away from the party and now we are here.she still has my hand.and we are walking.this is not a normal Friday night at another normal Friday night party to pass the time.she has already changed my worldnothi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466011/ 5 years 200 days ago and counting.-I am barely 16 now.-this is what they mean when they say eyes like knivesthere is a girl, in the darkest corner of the room.she is looking at me like the slaughter house and I am the lamb.I've moved several times but those hungry demanding eyes follow me, and it'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466006/ 1 come alone2 get inside3 find a place no one will see or bother with you.4 stay there the rest of the night5 watch other people having fun6 watch other people laugh and joke, smoke, drink and make out.7 do one of these yourself.8 stay safe in your spot where no one will see you or bother with you.9.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1466005/ This is a story I wrote about a girl I loved but wasn't in love with a very long time ago. (This story should not be taken as gospel to represent my current writting, but it is something dear to me and feed back is appreciated.  Additionally I was using a small tablet at the time so I expect th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1465990/ after this is over, we'll go our separate ways. and this will be the last and only time we meet" she breaths "But we can have this moment" she whispers and it is the cruelest whisper of them all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeadHotel/1465987/