http://slow.writerscafe.org/EnglishMajor55 The original writings of author EnglishMajor55 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007268 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sadness washes over me in times like these. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/2463237/ How many times can I say I love youwith my low voice as course as sand.How many times can I say I love you?How many times until you fully understand.How many times must I intertwine our fingersso that we can walk hand in hand.How many times must I intertwine our fingers?How many times.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/2147261/ A short story with a twist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/2022119/ People are evil by nature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/1813333/ Division in our society is all around us. When will we rise up as one to stand against these systems that force division between us? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/1761862/ Imagination has no borders http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/1722876/ Just a fun and happy goodmorning message to a loved one* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/1722873/ Society always looks like it offers way more than what it really does...* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/1722865/ Poisonous relationships. We are so intoxified by our partners, that we are willing to stay - even if it is deadly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/1667290/ My body is an art piece sculpted by the environment and its people. This poem is about the heart as art and how you saved my broken canvas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/1666122/ CHAPTER ONE"Miss Lorelei Frear.  Miss Lorelei Frear.  Please report to the Dean's office."I jumped up, bumping my head against a low supply-cupboard.  I rubbed my head sulkily.  Red paint on a very flimsy looking desk, brooms and mops stacked in the corner; I must have dozed off .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EnglishMajor55/1565786/