http://slow.writerscafe.org/google%20me The original writings of author Googeneglet, Googeneglet! en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981041 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/728542/ I wish ...  Silence. What can I sayTo complete the wish? So many rulesSo many regulations ... I-I wishhhhh ..... Hush. What may I askFor myselfOrShall I askFor the World?  Breathe. I wish for answers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/727513/ I was nearly done with Jane Austen when the crowd around me erupted into groans. My head snapped up to see Kelly and Melanie jumping up and down, beaming like the sun. "Damn! I can't believe we lost!" Will said, nudging my shoulder. "I can't believe we won." I replied with a grin. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/695237/ "Oh, honey! You look amazing!" Mom gushed over Kelly in her uniform. I raised my eyebrow; aren't parents supposed to oppose miniskirts? I watched the two fuss over hair and girl-stuff, taking in how much the two looked like each other. Even though Mom was already in her early forties, she s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/685083/ I could see her bouncing up and down already from across the parking lot. As I got to my car, Kelly Larson jumped onto me and squealed like a pig. "What was that for?" I said aloud, already my half-sister was annoying me. "I got in! I got in! I got in!!!" Kelly screeched, her short.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/685037/ Sky Winters is the black sheep in her family. Correction: She is the black sheep in the WORLD! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/685019/ I get a letter from himEvery single day.He says he'll be home soon. I write back right then,Clutching his letters close.I love him. He's so far away,But sometimes I feelAs though we're thereWith each other. He's on my mindWhen I work,He's in my heartWhe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/675441/ My lucky number is 132. My locker is number 132. It's close to all my classes, near a girls restroom, no popular kids block access, and I've had it for four years. It's a home. "So, I don't need this right now, but I need this, and this," I whisper to myself, setting up my locker, pick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/675437/ Introducing Melina http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/675418/ Just imagine the title in a funky font =P ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/675404/ I'm running downThe empty streets,Hoping for a diversion. He's pounding after meHolding the gunTightly. He aims and shoots,I yelpAnd it's a miss. The streets are quiet.Too quiet. It's as though the sameSourceEnded humanityAnd left the loud Sile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/670264/ Give me a reason to wake up every morning.Give me a reason to smile every day.Give me a reason to continue life 'till it ends. What is the point,Of living,When one has no one to live for, What is the point,Of going to school,Becoming 'something' in life,Only to find n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/668941/ In the past, people recognized me,enjoyed and appreciated at least a part of me. Now I'm finding that a couple changes in labels has made me invisible. And let me tell you, it sucks! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/668934/ Her ebony locksTwist and curl into waves,Framing her moon-like face. Her silvery eyesReflect the moon and stars,Taking in the cool empty nightAround her. Everything is silent.Everything is still. She is the only oneWho moves To see her time of rule. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/668671/ Her hair is long and straight,Brown with strands of black. Her skin is like butter,Soft and creamy,A heart-shaped faceFramed with cinnamon hair. She has milky brown eyes,Large and innocent. Her pale pink lipsTwitch into permanent smiles,Relishing life's pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/668668/ Have you ever felt like this with people? I have ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/668666/ The fuzzy strumOf a guitar,The continuous humOf a sitar. The stroke of a bowUpon the violin's cheek,The melancholy celloUses sorrow to speak. A sweet whisper of a fluteSounds sweeter than the taste of fruit,The gentle plucks of a harpLead my vision to surrender: t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/662999/ "Your M-Highness!" Theodore, the coachman, announced from up front, "We're entering the palace gates." Cedric watched with wide eyes as the carriage rolled into the Ethian palace grounds. The grass was greener than anything in the world, the trees were big and leafy, gardens bloom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/662456/ I jumped from the cliffAnd into the ocean, The last I heardWas the yells of my friendsAnd then the crash ofMe meeting water. Submerged underwater,Eyes open,Floating easily with the current. The sun ripples throughThe cloudsAnd finds it's way to me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/662316/ I walk right throughThe hazy pathsIn your dreams. I see the imagesRoll before meLike a film. I feel the painAnd joy,I breathe in sorrowAnd cheer. I see your dream girl,I see your dream guy. My heart lurchesIn a nightmare,And my stomach jumpsO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/656513/ "Your Highness, the crown prince of Fardell has sent me back with his acception to your words. He also expects the palace to be a safe abode." The messenger spoke to the figure pacing silently among the gardens. Princess Ziya looked away from the red roses she had planted in her mother's ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/655510/ The Crown Prince Cedric of Fardell sat on his father's throne. The room was empty, save for a few servants, but Cedric could still hear the silent chatter of his people lining up to meet him. Cedric closed his eyes, imagining his recently deceased father on the throne, receiving the pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/655148/ For Ryan: who I actually did see today after 8 months. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/652070/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/645166/ Your golden brown hairIs always swept back neatly. Those pink lipsAre pulled back in a smile. Your blue sweatersBring out your eyes. Your whispers in my earBring out a laugh. You sit behind me in classBut you're always ahead.Always up front. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/645160/ It had been ten years since that horrid day, and the long memories still haunted Ziya as she took her place on the throne. There was just one throne now. After her mother's death, young King Cadman tried his best to regain what he had lost. He had tried to let her death not affect him, but it d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/638288/ It was the Bicentennial of Ethia. Ethia and Fardell both, actually. Both had re-separated from Galgenhemn exactly 200 years ago. But that didn't stop from skirmishes to arise between countries. The castle was quiet. A mojority of the inhabitants of the Ethian palace were given the day off t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/626078/ What started from a war over land became a temporary peace. What went from peace to burglary of life led to a deep hatred and verbal battle. But now it's time for change ... Enter, young royalty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/google-me/617037/