http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cherise_Hunt The original writings of author Kate Hunter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973785 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 short stories that may eventually grow up to be big ones :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1516992/ Short story, probably will become a chapter in one of my novels. First draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1496166/            We left to go tour Buckingham Palace around eight o'clock in the morning, first where the guides discussed the history of the government, and then given the tour to see the historical relics and art gallery that was inside the palace. I was privileged to see .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1459883/         After what felt like an eternity, I had finally got all of my bags packed and said goodbye to everyone before boarding the plane for London. Nothing more had happened after that night I saw the silhouette outside of my window, and I gradually became less paranoid, althoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1459882/         I was actually relieved to hear that Gavin offered to give me a ride home. I hated to admit it, but I was really worried about trying to come home. I was probably just being paranoid, I'm much more paranoid than I let people know, but it didn't change the fact that I was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1459881/         "Mic check, one, two, three..." 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I asked, yawning. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1459878/         "Dad, look, I can explain," I sighed, showing him my phone and gesturing at the door.        "Do you realize what time it is, Em?" he said, his eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to keep his voice from raising, "Or did the fact that the sun's been down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1459877/       There's always been this thing about September that brings about bad luck. 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I’ve alreadypractically been kidnapped right after almost being killed, so I’vetechnically already made it into this little posse of yours.” Isaid, trying to talk myself out of this situat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1218564/ Elixir's Perspective Houdiniturned and walked toward an alley, turning toward a dumpster, leaningforward long enough to retrieve a device that resembled a key fob andentered the code. The dumpster dissolved as pixels quickly fadedaway. He crouched down and pulled on a rope, pulling up the do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1218550/ Elixir’sPerspectiveIhadn’t made a sound decision when I’d made it into History. Thewhole situation was making me sick, and I couldn’t understand why.I was merely going through the motions in class, when I got aninstant message notification from Zen, a seat a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1218511/ Elixir’sPerspectiveThe next day had started out more like it ought to. I got up and went to the bathroom mirror. The computer sensor inside of the mirror recognized my facial structure and the mechanical voice of the mirror spoke, "Welcome Elixir," as it changed the surroundings to my se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherise_Hunt/1215939/ Iwas filing away documents when the sun hit the coast, nearly blindingme instantly. I’d filed away seemingly thousands of briefs, and wasstarting to lose energy. 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