http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlackenRosette The original writings of author Amberlynn Kaye en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776074765 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There's that moment in life when something is created. A proud moment of anyone's life that could make the cold hearted turn to burn a little warmer. It was the moment when a certain werewolf named Michael Bolton could take a look at his life and want to change for the better because as he stared at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackenRosette/1507836/ Its been seventeen years since his son was taken and all the leads vanished with him and he was starting to believe that what he lost that night would be lost forever. One covenant, one teen and Micha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackenRosette/1507835/ We have been through alot. We have laughed, we have loved, we have yelled and we have fought. We have had our ups and downs. Our fair share of disagreements. 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So hard because of where it lead, A love thought to be real, Then proved that was not what you feel. You let me down hard and fast. And I thought we would have last. You said, "We should just be friends. No more being together, no more future plans. I could hear .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackenRosette/1475583/ The sun can set so beautifully, With the warmth resting to my skin, never ending thoughts run wild as questions scramble. Sorrow holds onto a heart filled with regret,,,,pain. Looking out to an on coming future, unexpected events. "What do you do now?" A question I ask myself over an over again. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackenRosette/1475582/ I used to believe a simple smile could brighten the day That there was believe in every word someone had to say. That just maybe thier intentions werent a bunch of lies. And they cared when someones happiness ups then dies. But through time I begin to see,,,to understand. 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