http://slow.writerscafe.org/Einahpets2012 The original writings of author Stephie.Santi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776110024 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    After sadness, he quiet came- the numbness. A hollow emptiness settled in her body. Her arms felt heavy. Her hands rested on the sink, but they felt unreal.     The mirror looked flat, colorless, as if it had given up trying to reflect her.   She whispered .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3130738/    Sadness came quietly but persistently. The anger had faded, leaving a hollow ache in its place.    Sophie sat on the bathroom floor, knees drawn to her chest, staring at the tiles.   Her reflection was slumped, silent, as if mourning alongside her. She remembere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3130736/    The next wave hit fast, sharper than she expected. Someone at work had misunderstood her email. The memory twisted into rage and Sophie's fist clenched at her sides.   Her phone glowing with unread notifications. Each one felt like and accusation. Her stomach churned. Her jaw .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3130735/    Sophie leaned on the bathroom counter, her chest buzzing with a fire she couldn't put out. Her phone had stayed silent for what felt like hours, and every second stretched like a rope tied around her chest. She wanted to text again. She wanted to call. She wanted to scream.   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3130734/    By evening, Sophie had tried everything to calm herself. She made a pot of tea, sat by the window, stared at the rain sliding down the glass. She tried to read, but the words blurred. She tried to breath, but the air felt heavy, stuck in her lungs.   Love hit first- thinking a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3130332/    Dr. Hart's office smelled like peppermint tea and old books.    Sophie twisted a tissue in her hands.    "When Evan asked for space, I felt like i was fourteen again." She said.   " Like I was sitting in that hospital hallway waiting for my dad to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3130161/    The next morning, Sophie met her best friend mara at the river walk. Mara had known her since high school- since the funeral, since the diagnosis, since the way Sophie learned to survive by feeling everything at once.   "You look wrecked," Mara said gently.   Sophie .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3130160/ His love is strong-unyielding, stern, Not sharp like thunder,But steady like something ancientthat refused to break.It lives in the quiet,In the silence between words,In the pauses where most would leave,He stays.He is never loud in the ways the world expects,Never crashing or demanding to be s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3129849/    Back in her apartment, Sophie paced the narrow hallway. Her phone felt heavier than it should have.   Don't text him.   Don't beg.      Don't disappear.   She failed all three.   Sophie: Did I do something wrong?   Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3129828/    Walking past the hospital on her street, the lights in the oncology wing brought her back fourteen years. She was sitting in a plastic chair, paper cup of hot chocolate growing cold on her lap, watching the machines that kept her father alive.   She remembered squeezing his ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3129781/ I am unraveling again.Nightmares sweat through my skin.Mornings arrive too early,My jaw locked like a trap,My breath held hostage in my chest.Every sound is a threat.Every silence is too loud.My ears ring like alarmsNo one else can hear,Until pain spills into my stomachAnd my body empties itself in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3129446/    Evan worked at a small cafe near the river. The smell of expresso and cinnamon hung in the air. He was wiping down tables when Sophie arrived, brushing rain from her coat.   "Hey" he said softly, eyes scanning her face.    Sophie smiled, but it felt tight. "Hey".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3129439/   Sophie moved into the apartment on Willow Street on a rainy Thursday afternoon. The paint on the door was chipped, the building leaned slightly to the left, and the mailbox rattled when the wind hit just right. she didn't care. It was cheap, and she needed a place she could disappear into.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3128645/ For the ones who feel everything at full volume. For the ones who learned too young that love can disappear. For the ones still standing Infront of the mirror learning how to stay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3128644/ He never touched me the way I wanted him to.That was the torture.We stood too close in the candlelit ruin of the old chapel, where dust and incense clung to the air like forgotten prayers. His presence pressed against me without contact, heat without flame.His eyes traced every breath I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3127465/ Sophiewas fourteen when her father died, and twenty-four when she finallyadmitted that loving him had never been simple. Cancertook him in pieces. By the time he was gone, Sophie had alreadylearned how to brace herself- how to live a house where affection andfear shared the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/3123803/ I've been missing for three days. I can tell because there's a tiny, high window in here and I've kept myself awake since they threw me in here and locked the door, but that's all I know. I assume the entire secret service isn't sleeping either, considering my safety is their most important gig. Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Einahpets2012/2928693/