http://slow.writerscafe.org/KaitlinAnn The original writings of author Kaitlin Ann en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776178783 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My mommy is the prettiest lady I ever seen she has brown hair, blue eyes and a smile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitlinAnn/1494027/ The horse came back alone, with horror I pushed away from my windowsill that made me trip over my dirty laundry, I manage to pick myself up and race out of the room. As I collided with the wall next to the staircase, I forcefully pushed against the wall to add more power to my jump, I manage to leap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitlinAnn/1484107/ I remember when I was smaller my father took me on walksHe brought me along through walks in the forestsand soon mountain tops.  I grew quite fond of walking and would walk almost anywherewhere a path led It was until one day my father said 'lets have a walk in the fore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitlinAnn/1481288/ I saw a man across my street sitting on a bench watching meI smiled right back to the man who frowned suddenly I heard a laughI looked around, no one there, so I turned backno man just a empty brown benchThe smile wiped off my face, I couldn't helpbut frownThe young man that was gonealways.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitlinAnn/1479887/ I want to tell you a tale, not any old tale such as a happy go lucky princess nor a gruesome foul story... A tale which will be unbelievable beyond your ears, but don't let your mind fool you, let it be your guide. To where you ask!? Well where all your dreams and thoughts live, your imagination. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitlinAnn/1479881/ It was once a Halloween night, and I was walking home after a long day of adulthood, mostly sitting at my desk and squinting my eyes from the bright spotlight that hung over me. I was almost sprinting home with excitement, not even giving a second glance to the witches and badly wrapped mummy's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitlinAnn/1479858/ Nothing beats new boots, boots made of finely hand sewn leather with the company's blurry logo stamped to the inside, well for this soldier he thought so. He tried on every pair he could find from the uniform storage, he sighed, disappointed in every pair he tried on. 'I might as well fight on my ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitlinAnn/1479853/ Instructions to be a poetFirst of all don't get in a whirlrhyming is a criminal mastermindDon't fret if rhymes shoot you downtake revenge and write a lineReading your rhymes is worse to cometake your time and sing the words  as if you been singing from three.Number two is here wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitlinAnn/1479850/ I believe in perfection, is that hard to say? You say it to yourself, that wish you dreamWe treat it as a god even some that don't believeOnline never helps, we know by the name, we get caught in the web and makes us believeWhat is prefect? The question that will neverexplain. I treat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaitlinAnn/1479847/