http://slow.writerscafe.org/ImNerdy The original writings of author Once upon a time en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021475 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An unrevised short story that I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/1445050/ A disturbed man finds a dead body and becomes obsessed with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/1445048/ The death of a person can be so grotesque, and yet cathartic. This wasthe moment when her eyes finally began to see. Life came to them in a rush ofexcitement, leaving her body limp. Her pink lips parted slightly, allowing hersoul to bypass the grasp of her tainted hands. As her eyes watche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/1273052/ Dear Matthew, Fairy talesalways start with “once upon a time,” and that’s how I initially saw ourrelationship unfolding as it flashed before my eyes the moment you sat next tome. It’s sad that I am hoping that you remember who I am, but I am passed thepoint o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/1273016/ The first piece of writing to start my new book idea. Of course this isn't how the book will start, this is just the first thing I have written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/958712/ Buthow does one answer a question with so much riding on it? How do you formsimple words that could have enough power to answer such a question? Why? Youtell me that you need an answer, you need to know; but if you’re asking, thereis no way for you to truly understand. Even if I give y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/951347/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/951346/ Love lifts you,Lifeless and limp.A corpse with a string TiedAround it's wristBeing carried higher and higherUntil it no longer exists.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/941375/ Twenty-seven bloody suturesBroken memoriesAnd shattered futuresTainted handsAnd a darkened soulJealous thoughts that consumed us allI wonder if you think of meIf you're trapped in a lonely prisonImpossible to fleeHaunted by imagesSuffocating on shadowsSwallowing my dreamsReplaying the sceneSicke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/751255/ The motel room is disgusting.There are stained purple sheets on the queen sized bed that reflect poorly with the green drapes. The blinds are pulled down and the drapes are closed tightly. The carpet is a beige plush with stains from unknown sources freckling the surface. The bathroom floor is a bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/741654/ My world is ending. Everyday.I am ugly and invisible. No one wants to be around me. I'm all alone. Everyone who says they love me is lying. I'll make him think that I'm interested in someone else.I'll call him and act like I'm talking to another guy.This will show him. He'll regret ignoring me. ...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/722856/ A morbid dream I had last night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/718825/ The black sky looks never-ending as it melts in with the empty skyscrapers. It's close to 3am and the streets are empty. Occasionally I see headlights turning toward me. I step out in front of them trying to be noticed.They keep driving.It's so cold that I can see my breath. I can't wear a jacket be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/717801/ There use to be days when I didn't wake up with thoughts of killing myself. 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I have my hair down, so it's not so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/618121/ How to Train Your Dragon. I walk into the theater and it's already dark. I can't see any shadows of people in the seats, it must be empty. The screen switches to a trailer and the room lights up in a blue hue. Nervous.I hate to have my back open to a whole room when it's dark, so I decide to sit in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/617708/ His body is warm and sticky against mine. His breath is hot as he breaths into my hair and begins to kiss down my neck. His breathing is loud. He feels amazing inside of me. He is wonderful. He is the perfect man. The candlelight flickers as the breeze makes it's way through the drapes. The sensatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/608378/ I draw and write short "poetry" to accompany. Unfortunately without a scanner you cannot see the drawings, but the poetry is here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/605854/ I draw and write short "poetry" to accompany. Unfortunately without a scanner you cannot see the drawings, but the poetry is here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/605851/ The pain of never being able to bear children. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/597008/ Did it hurt?Did what hurt?When you fell from Heaven?Immensely. I relive every agonizing moment of my fall from grace on a daily basis. Suddenly I was thrown full-force into the reality of my existence. God created me, and embedded certain ambitions into my soul. You will be a mother, my hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/597006/ I wrote this about two years ago. I was in an abusive relationship and extremely depressed. I am happier now, and I haven't cut in over a year. But I just wanted to re-share this story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/596070/ Sometimes I feel so dependent on love. When I have no love I get depressed and lonely. And when this happens I start to think about morbid things that most girls shouldn't be thinking about. I feel like I depend on being loved, to be sane.When I was with my ex-boyfriend who I had been with for 5 yea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/596040/ The office has been closed for three hours and I am just now leaving. It is 8pm, in October, so it is dark already. The parking garage echos with every step of my black pumps. I have my purse wrapped tight under my right arm and my keys are placed between my knuckles. Paranoia.I hear the settling so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/595989/ Post apocalyptic dog-pound? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/595170/ This is an older story I wrote one day. This one makes me cringe a little when I read it, but I still keep it for some reason. Warning to readers, it's rude, crude, and morbid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/595166/ The sun is sinking below the horizon made of buildings and smog. It makes the sky glow gray and orange behind pollution of the city. There is a glare on my glasses that makes small blind spots on the sides of my sight. I'm listening to The Zephyr Song on my iPod as I walk down the neighborhood stree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/595141/ Rape. There's no easy way to put it. When people are raped, it not only violates them, but their families, friends, and everyone involved in their lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/595125/ The story of creation for animals. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/594528/ "How many times have you thought about killing yourself?""...""How often do you think about killing yourself?""...""Do you think about killing other people?""..."He began writing on his little rectangular notepad, mumbling aloud. He obviously thought I was incoherent, not just ignoring him. "...alth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImNerdy/593437/ Sometimes I feel as if there are too many parts of me that conflict with each other. My mind changes and adapts to the challenges places on the path of my life; but it never feels as if I lose the other piece of myself. I have always felt as if I didn't fit where I was. 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