http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sarah92 The original writings of author Casper en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995359 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/2781154/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/2767679/                 OnFriday, November 28, 2014, at approximately 2330 hours, I, Deputy Sarah Furman,with Pikes Peak Law Enforcement, was driving westbound on Highway 24, when at milemarker 2500, I observed a red 2006 D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/1451459/ On 9-19-14, at 1400, I, Cadet SarahFurman for Pikes Peak Regional Law Enforcement Academy, was called out to 123Main Street Colorado Springs, Colorado 80999 for check fraud. The caller wasJoan Smith, born 08-06-76. Joan hired John, a self-employedcontractor, off Craigslist on 07/01/14 to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/1421338/ The cell bars were cold beneath mygrasp. The clock on the opposite wall ticked down my remaining timein this dank cell. The walls had a thin film of mildew encrusted ontothe them. The mattress was constantly wet from the humidity in mycell. The ceiling and window l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/947174/ Don't love me tender, Baby.F**k me hard.Pull my hair.Make me scream. Don't love me tender, Baby.I want bruises. I want hickeys. I want the neighbors to think I'm dying.  Don't love me tender, Baby.Dicks will hate.C***s will be jealous.Because you f**k me.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/883612/       The heavens above werebruised as a fine mist dampened the air. The streets were quiettonight as she aimlessly wandered the back streets, in search for adesperate answer. Headphones on under her hood, wisps of brown hairtickling the side of her face and nose, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/830258/       I wish you would stop squirming beneath my blade that is pressed deep into your chest. And why can't you just keep your arms at your sides, like you taught us in class? And will you please stop crying? You look absolutely hideous when you cry. Your face all contorted w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/830253/      The streets tonight are vacant. The lamp posts glow a dull yellow in the heavy darkness of night. Rain descends from the crying heaven above. The gravel on the road has turned into a muddy soup. Little streams along side the road remove pebbles from their homes and send them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/828967/      John had brought my clothes to me later in the day, fearing that Marie, Shelly and myself might return to the place of the fight to settle everything once and for all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/819643/ If I were a rockstar,I'd tell you to f**k off.If I were a rockstar,I'd pay someone to beat you up.If I were a rockstar,I'd pack up and leave.If I were a rockstar,I wouldn't be home for the holidays.If I were a rockstar,My personal assistant would send cards.If I were a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/816763/      Hello, Sweetheart. I'm back. I've been thinking about you and about our life together. I'm thinking Hawaii for our honeymoon, and maybe a summer home in Morocco. Or France. Whichever you would prefer. I don't mind. I just want to make you happy.     The s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/809515/ It is time to write the truth.The truth that every woman fears to speak.Or see.My body is beautiful.Every curve, every stretch mark.Every lump of celluliteMy body is a sacred temple.Every unnecessary pound is a pound of love.A pound of happiness.I will never have the body of a model.But I'm fine wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/807746/      Her honey-red hair hung like fresh curtains past her boney shoulders. With her mud puddle brown eyes, she oggled an unshaved, unshowered man with chin-length greasy dark brown hair, parted jaggedly down the center of his head.      He walked with his pant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/804667/ I retreated to my cabin and began throwing my clothes in a large black garbage bag. On the counter, there was a quarter jar. I grabbed two dollars out of the jar and headed out of the cabin.     I marched up the grassy slope, the garbage bag slung over my shoulder. I ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/803405/ John makes his announcement about the camping trip. Spencer now has to decide what she is going to do with Mike. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/802693/ Mike and Spencer grow more comfortable with each other. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/802294/ Papers scattered all over the floor, flipped chairs, and a torn pillow, Mike enters a war zone, prepared for the very worst. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/802050/ John found out about Spencer's past. In a state of shock, he wandered to the only person he knew would be the perfect person to talk with Spencer: Mike. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/802024/ When an unfortunate event happens, Spencer is faced with the reality of her problems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/801721/ John invites Spencer and Mike to sit with him and a few other campers around a fire where they share stories. Spencer allows herself to put down her guard and lets some things about her slip. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/801591/ Spencer is led by Mike to the ropes course where she is forced to face some of her fears and trust issues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/801537/ Autumn finally introduces Spencer to Sean, but he isn't who Spencer thought he'd be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/801532/ Spencer has an unexpected run in with Sasha when she returns back to her cabin to have a few more drinks to forget about the day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/801497/ Spencer, irritated from her first group meeting, runs to the recreation hall to find access to a computer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/801253/ Spencer is taken to an empty classroom where it is mandatory to speak about your problems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/801163/ After a bad day, Spencer returns to her cabin where she drowns her day with alcohol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/801123/ Spencer meets a young man at the water's edge who isn't who he portrays to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/801078/ Spencer is introduced to the camp counselors, including a well groomed, blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy by the name of Mike Sylver. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/796452/ Spencer is taken to her cabin where she meets her roommates, Sasha, a girl with severe burn, and Autumn, an obese girl with mental issues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/795243/ After driving for what seems like ages, they finally pull into Camp Everchange. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/794701/ Spencer has landed in S.D. where she is greeted by John Everly. While eating at a burger joint, Spencer manages to find some trouble when John isn't looking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/793847/ Spencer DeMoy has just learned that her mother can no longer control her. With the news of leaving the grand city of Chicago to go to a camp in South Dakota, Spencer reveals a little bit of her life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/790290/ Spencer Demoy is a sixteen-year-old girl with behavioral problems. Five years of serious drug abuse, fights, and alcoholism, Spencer's mother sends her away to a camp for wayward teens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/790278/ ***                I awake the next morning feelingfull and rested. I stretch and smile, thinking about today and class with Ja�"Mr. Eckel. I look over at my clock, hoping that it will have magically f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/789509/      I see you lying on your back. You left your window open again, so I invited myself in, knowing that you wouldn't mind. Your invitation was so clear to me.     You're lying on your back, your legs splayed open for the entire world to see. The wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/785958/ August 10, 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/778525/ July 20, 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/767559/ July 19, 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/766988/ July 4th, 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/758590/      I remember the day you left. In the gym, I was running my laps, chatting away with Sherbs. The lazy slob of the class tubbed her way over to me. Her double chin still wobbling from her steps. "Did you hear about J.R.?" she wheezed, her light blue eyes staring at something pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/684728/      Flashback. Flashback. Flashback. We pull into the drive. My nerves are getting the best of me. He seems polite, but I don't know him that well. I have an immense pressure in my lower stomach. I open my door and step out onto the driveway. We head inside the house. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/682380/ Skin touches skinShaky hands explore our bodiesFeeling body parts as if they are delicate foreign objectsDeep breaths, in out, in outTrembling lipsNervous hipsDeep breaths and gaspingWet lips pressed tightly togetherNails digging into your backMoans and groans fill the airThe pac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/589699/ Shock hits youA lump forms in the back of your throatThe person on the phone is waiting for a responseYou don't know what to sayWhat to thinkWhat to doYou are now being blinded by your own tearsLower lip quiversYour body grows cold and begins to shake"what" is all you can mumble".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/589698/      I keep glancing at the clock. The minute hand has barely moved. My stomach growls in anger and pain.     Tick… tick… tick. I can feel myself growing irritated as I hear tiny, almost microscopic conversations go around the room. Marshall&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/589697/ I look at her and I get pissed, but at the same time,I love her.I want to be her friend,but I know that she's only a mean person.She likes to hurt me.She likes to play my with my feelings and make me feel like crap.I'm tired of having a "best friend" that is never there for me.I want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/589695/ I don’t know how to start this,Or what to say.I have been violated you see.By someone I trusted,By someone who is supposed to help me.It was unexpected and it wasn’t fair.His wife was in the next room,She didn’t hear.I wonder what she would have done if she came in... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah92/589694/