http://slow.writerscafe.org/lumariatheka The original writings of author .:Lu:. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776221307 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                 I wascareful to watch the island grow closer. I was on my own now, without Codybeside me. Well, I wasn’t entirely alone. Bailey sat in the rear of the boat,making sure that the current didn’t pull us off course. Occasiona.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/894998/                 We allheard the growls from the forest as we checked for anything that we hadforgotten. I reached for Cody, worried. The bearmutts would only be more drivenby hunger, and after my attack, I didn’t want to face them again.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/840977/ Update, not an actual poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/838705/ My name is Megan.And this is my voice.I am a survivor of the real world.Abuse, bullies, conformity. Everything it had to throw at me. Killing off the one family member I loved. Moving a sister too far out of my reach. Twisting my life into a horror story of its own. Cutting, suicide, painkiller.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/832137/ 1. I'm an artist and I'm dangerous around art supplies 2. I'm still a little kid, thanks to my childhood being ripped from me 3. I fear the dark.4. I love wearing camisoles under my purple plaid jacket, especially when it's cold out.5. I'm deathly afraid of fire6. I don't trust mys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/825441/ Written during Spanish, watiting for something to happen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/825437/ I can hear the whistle.I know where it runs.I could, I should....But not just yet.I can see myself,Hiding out on it.Hanging on to one thing:My hope for a second chance.There's heading South, maybe to TexasWill Mommy take me in?Or maybe due Northeast,So I can hide with AlexI could slip awayWith darkn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/819079/ Why?Why did you abandon me?Why did you believe those lies?Why didn't you talk to me first?You were my best friend..........Why aren't you anymore?Why did you leave me?Why did you even think I would hurt you?Why wouldn't you believe me?You were my everything..........Why did you let it change?Why did.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/817335/ Pain,It's blinding meAnd my arm are outReaching for anyone,Anything,to hold onto.Someone to pull me up,Dust me off,And carry me when I fall.So here I am,Stumbling in my own blindness,Lost in my own home.Who's gonna help me out?Who will show me how to see?And who will hold my hand the entire time, no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/811533/ All I ever wanted...Hope.Something to keep me going.Did I find it?I thought so.But they ripped it from me.Like a child's toy, no longer his.Maybe I found it again....I hope so.Because all I ever wanted....Was something to live for.Even something small.To keep me going.Anything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/801218/ Do you hear that?Silence....Utter silence.Driving into your brain like a drill,Screaming into your tortured soul...Alone, without noise....Nothing.Not a sound.Some call it bliss....even tranquilityI fear itSilence speaks death,Pain so unbearable,You can't speak.Silence roarsAnd it deafens meMake it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/800553/ I'm dancing...And there's a ribbon.On each one....A name.There's ribbons coating the ground.Everywhere.I catch a group of letters...'Neon.''Mommy.''Logan.'I know what the names are.A reason to live.So many reasons....Scattered.Everywhere.I'm smiling.Because now....I know what I'm holding.Reasons to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/794960/ Mommy's goneI'm shatteredHow can they not tell?It hurts.Because now...I'm alone. All alone.Why won't somebody stop me?It's getting easier to slip nowAnd harder to stay awakeSomeone help......Before my mind takes over. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/789702/ Don't think I can't hear....... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/789701/ I lay downThe world spinning around meMy head moving with itAnd I close my eyesThe world leavesBut I'm still dizzyVery dizzyAnd I flip overAnd suddenlyOh so suddenlyI'm fallingDown....down.....downI open my eyesScreaming and calling outBecause all at surrounds meIs black, and darknessI feel somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/783217/ Who am I?Well....for starts, you can call me Cassie. That's how I know myself. Not my given name. Because I didn't get a say in that.I'm that girl, over at the empty table. Who usually is quiet, by herself. The one who wears sleeves to cover her upper arms. Who draws pictures of cats and cat-lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/777773/ 1. Whenever I hear ambulance sirens, I think of my stepmom.2. I have a deep hatred of my German heritage.3. I'm better with a crossbow than a longbow4. My favourite coin is a penny5. You just lost the game6. I want my hair to be blond because my stepmom was blond.7. I sometimes feel butterfly w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/773514/ Help me...I'm aliveI can still feel it allPulsing through my veinsPounding against my heartRipping my soulShattering my mindBreaking who I am.Help me.I'm alive.I can't be.This isn't how it should beI should be under.Forever.But now....I'm alive.I'm fighting back.I'm lashing outAt whoever tries to st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/770477/ She's running,Her feet unseen,And her heart racing,To outrace a fiend.A trip over a rock,A slip over a root,And her life and spiritSoon become pocked.With a thud and a crash,And a scrape on her soul,Her heart drops terribly,As the pain creates a gash.But she won't stay down foreverBecause she's dete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/768126/ "Are you sure this is safe?" I looked at Cody in earnest. He laughed and nodded. "I'm sure. If not, we've got the water." Bailey was sitting next to a thick log, talking to Ivan about something. Her ears were perked up in interest, which made me curious. Cody nudged me softly, and I turned back to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/766977/ For Melissa, one final piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/766710/ I told you.There's something wrong with meYou wouldn't believe me.And now, she agrees.I told you.I needed help.I knew what was wrong.She echoes my thoughts.I told you.You called me a liarAnd when you asked her,She believed me.I told you.And you'll believe her.So, when she told you,I finally felt pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/766420/ I hoped you wouldn't come backI hoped, maybe, you wouldn't.But you did.You got on that plane.You. Came. Back.Why?I was happy without you guysConstantly pounding on meAndYelling at you.Why? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/765188/ My guardian angelReallyIs fallen.She's no longerThe light-hearted princess.She's nowThe Angel of Darkness.She's fierce,Eternally hardened,Bloodstained and gritty.Her heart is torn in half,Her mind echoes with her past faults.Her poise is broken,Just like her soul.her path is shattered,her faith blin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/764114/ They know who it's for.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/763565/ I've got a secret....And I want to tell youBut even when you're listeningMy lips are sealed closed.I've got a secret........But I can't, at all, speak itSomeone else has toAnd maybe, you can trust meI've got a secret!And I want to scream itBut right now, I can'tBecause I want to keep saneI have got .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/763545/ It's weird, now, having wings. I mean, you're used to having to walk around things, especially cities, then it changes. You can just kick up and fly, right over everything. And when you're not, people look at you weird, because the wings are sticking right up out of your back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/762286/ My (very crappy) start to the book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/762281/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/762279/ Thanks to SilentKnight for inspiring me XP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/761233/ I know I promised'I will stop hurting myself.'I know I told everyone'I'm done, I'm clean.'But apparently, I'm notI was slowly dying, bendingUntil one day, I'll snapAnd there won't be any more pressureBecause right now,I'm at it again.I'm dying.I'm screaming.But maybe, this time,I'll live.Maybe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/759321/ Something that I came up with randomly.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/759075/ You've left the houseWith me, all aloneBut for once,I don't mind being abandonedBecause now, I can think out loudMaybe even be myselfDamn right, I can yellBecause now, I'm free at lastYou'll come home, and I'll hide myselfI'll turn down the volume, close the browserSo that I can hide my life awayBut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/757536/ I'm stuck nowI don't know whether to be happy or notHappy that I'm not keeping a secret anymore, that I told youOr shattered, because you don't believe meYou say you doBut you're just lying againYou're getting a therapist involvedBut it's only to keep me quietBecause you think I'm a liarBecauseYou s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/755860/ We were prepared.  We kept weapons at our side, 24/7. There was always someone awake to guard us. We couldn't stray out of earshot of each other. Everything had to either be in our pockets or tucked away somewhere where nobody could easily find it. And we weren't allowed to attack anything wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/746716/ Weeks went by. Eventually, Kaylee faded to the backs of our minds. We would see other bodies on the ground, victims of Beats or DNAs or wild Runners. Some looked like they had just dropped dead. Those were the ones that scared me. Every time we found a corpse, though, Cody dragged it off and burned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/745621/ I'm slipping againI can feel itIt's like sliding into a poolAnd you can't see the bottomThe darkness consumes meAnd I scream outHoping for helpBut all I get is painThey kick me down and laughAs I bleed from everywhereAnd the ones who are reaching outCan't get past the hateI feel my heart splitMy min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/745594/ They liedButThey told me everything.Whenever they spoke,Lies came out.Now I'm gone.Thanks to them.Like a stone, I'm etched deeply.Thanks to them,Now, I'm gone.Lies came outWhenever they spoke.The told me everythingButTHEY LIED. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/745582/ As soon as we got back to the camp, I knew something waswrong. Cody knew it, too. He set me down, but I got up, keeping my weight on mygood leg. He let me lean against him.                “What’sup?&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/745129/ I'm freeBecauseUnder the paintWhich make the wingsAre scarsWhich I hateBut once upon a timeI needed themSo nowI can let theButterfliesKiss my scarsAndLet them healbecauseNow,I'm doneWith the scissorsAndThe knivesAnd evenThe outletsbecauseNowI'm done.ThanksTo A fewPainted butterflies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/745036/ A review of fast food. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/744240/ Recovery took awhile. I wasn't allowed out of my makeshift bed for a week. I couldn't even sit up. Cody fed me small chunks of meat, to keep hunger away. I didn't talk a lot. My chest hurt too much. Maybe eight days after the Bearmutt attack, Cody pulled me into his lap. I put my head on his should.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/743932/ "Cammie." I rolled over, half-awake. The pelt felt soft against my skin. I didn't want to get up. "Cammie." I growled softly and pulled the fur over my face. I still didn't want to wake up. "Cammie, get up! NOW!" I slid the pelt off of my face. I propped myself up, ready to tell him that I was tire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/743735/ "Do we start a fire now, or wait until dark?" Kaylee thought for a minute. "Wait. We can hunt now, maybe get a Bearmutt or Monkbee." "A what or a wha?" I didn't know the names of any of the Beasts. "A Bearmutt is a cross between a bear and a dog. It's really big, like, ten feet tall. But they're sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/743484/ I lifted my head up. I was lying on a beach, facing the island. The blanket was wrapped around me still. I saw Cody lying next to me. I sat net to him and started shaking him. "Cody! Cody! Wake up!" He opened his eyes slightly and looked up. He saw me and smiled. When he saw the sand and the woods,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/743445/                 “Hey…..youtwo might wanna wake up…”                Igroggily lifted my head. Somehow, I had fallen asleep. Again. Cody stirred, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/743289/                 “Do youeven know where we’re going?”                Ilooked over at Cody. He had gotten first turn at driving.    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/742739/ "Alright, rest stop in five minutes." Cody nodded in the back seat. We had left the morning the man came, and we only had time to grab out backpacks. I had called shotgun, so poor Cody got stuck in the back, with a pile of boxes. The man, Jerry, wouldn't tell us what was in them. He'd only smile an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/742126/ "Camryn diRasso! Cody Hamson!" The two of us stoop straight at our cell door. A uniformed man came by, flanked by two guards. He looked at us with a sideways glance. My face didn't change, but a flicker of a smirk formed on Cody's face. The Snatcher didn't see it. When he turned to continue down th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/741670/ "Kaylee! Cammie! Wake up!" I lifted my head groggily. "But it's not our turn for watch, is it?" Taylor's eyes were filled with panic. I got up. "What's the issue?" I had only known them for maybe half a day, and already they had taught me a lot. The holding centers also had testing labs, to see if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumariatheka/741490/