http://slow.writerscafe.org/JessBarnes1999 The original writings of author J.Michele en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986538 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A story of struggle, loss, pain and revenge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1994252/ Chapter 5: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1824393/ Present Day... The night clings to my backside as I hastily follow the cracked concrete. The shallow scrubs claw at my ankles whilst pearly shades of fractured moonlight guide me to the very place I fear most. Deep among the silent trees, a tall ghastly fence beckons me to move faster. The wind whip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1779817/ Chapter 4: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1773723/ Youneed it. You want it. You know better but the craving overpowers every nerve inyour body. Common sense is out the window. You no longer care about anythingbut that singular need. You start walking. Walking away from the world andtowards the Oasis... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1768999/ Chapter 3: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1732027/ I’m afraid The tears That I hold so dearly Will break me  I’m afraid If I cry I will not stop  I’m afraid If I let just one personWithinThey will crumble My self-built wall I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1718171/ EmptinessEmptiness is everythingAnd nothing It flows through every inch of meWaiting to drench meIn its slimy sickeningPoison  All I am All I will beI can’t breath  But I want to feel,I want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1701645/ Chapter 2: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1698723/ Chapter 1: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1677043/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1677041/ Cold wind blows Snowflakes glideTrees bendLeaves flyNature's own wayOf saying goodbye   Dawn is close The Gate exposed Allowing the pastTo become the present  Not many can understandThe fault.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1674013/ Lightning cracks its whip of intense light as I stumble alongthe uneven ground. I can smell the blood, my blood. Three deep gashes run alongmy raw back. They are coming for me. They know I escaped. It only took threeyears, but I did it.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1649536/ Darkness. Silence. I never thought that I would crave theseagain. A cold wind blows like the breath of winter ice as the bright andmysterious moon looks down on the lost souls that roam the silence. Thebranches of the tall, dark-wooded, weeping willow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1632325/ Prologue to book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1621050/ So this is a bit unusual, but please read it top to bottom and then bottom to top as all will be revealed :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1619090/ My record is finally being played. Though broken as it seems, it finally enables me to be the person under the bloody scars and amongst the broken strings. My past, a hazy mess, is finally saying its goodbyes and my heart has released a new rhythm that matches to the fragments of my slowly being men.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1581733/ I hear his heartbeat like a wave engulfing the golden sand of desire. The very depths of my sanity are overlaid with his breath. The feeling of passion and love passes through my skin to him, everything is electrified and uncontrollable. This was when everything was perfect and no one questioned wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1565827/ There is a place in my heart where my courage is kept. Courage to fight for what I believe in, to be who I want to be and to have faith in what will be. But I'm so confined in this tiny place, drawing my last breath. Hoping that one day, I will break this internal youth. To find my path in the livin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1537353/ Lifeis hard. I feel like I’m getting pulled into a whirlpool of my emotions. Theyare so strong and I feel like no one understands me. I feel so alone in thisdead and impassive world. There’s nowhere to run from the detached people andthe ones who look down on me in this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1533822/ Fear is an emotion none should ever be afraid of. It is the darkness that truly destroys ones soul. It swells like an ocean, threatening to drown you in its emptiness. Emotions are what ground us. They keep the boat afloat. Some are harsh and painful, others engulf you in a bliss of light and richne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JessBarnes1999/1533191/