http://slow.writerscafe.org/TMoran The original writings of author Teri M en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779871864 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 1 I never disliked Thursdays. This one in particular I quiteenjoyed. It was the 2nd of September 2004, my first day of secondaryschool and my 12th birthday.  Now, to say the story started here is Isuppose a little pernickety; but yes, technically, this is where it beg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1648095/ PrologueI know, I know.You’re in a hurry. But you’re always in a hurry, and I really have to tell youthis now. Please, just sit down.I’m sure you’ve thought about it in the past;maybe you heard me mention the name in passing. Maybe you heard it on TV, orsaw it on a ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1648094/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1648092/ FIRST DRAFT, NEEDS WORK/EDITING! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1646028/ Itwas not nostalgia I felton Sunday; because I didn’t know you thoughI saw you once a week. I sawwhat of you they showedus all, a view of you obliqueand discordant; the season’sunexpected ingénue.That was how I knew you.It was not nostalgia I felt when I heard .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1613861/ HeartwormI liked the word (at first) because the shape that my mouth made when I repeated it suggested that I could have used it asan insult,and that I’d appear refinedand well-read to those who heard it at a quick (note; strategic) speed (because, unsure of definition, I&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1599316/ We were both almost grown but your hair was gone,and I laughed becauseI’d never seen yourforehead before andWith you I wasJane,Awake again,because we droveto a new placebefore all the old ones, past our old school thendown Dagger Lane in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1599298/ Making use of anything to return things on that first night, back to how theywere before she took the wickerhats down from the walls and putin drawers the candles half lived -because she didn't like theclutter - and I knew that she'dstrip the room back when the summer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1581644/ I remember the way in her saddle shoes she sat, Mr Moonlight beneath her tongue and swinging slowly on a children's park for the last hour, burntamber, of an early March evening, and how she smiled as though I hadn't worn my best skirt only 3 hours agofor him to just stand on the doorstep&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1581627/ Peach pies and centipedes,and a lock that I brokeon the first day thatwe never got aroundto fixing.Broken plates,and the four of us, andsingingin the kitchen.And I'd put Laura Palmer toshame if theyfound what I waskeeping here;so I don't keep a diary anymore.This I learned from her.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1581610/ If I remember anything about tonight, I hope it's the way that I felt like Lux lisbon when I swung too high,because the sunlight felldown through the leaves and grazed my eyesand that's whatJeffrey would have wanted, even though i'm not often blonde,and my bed never had a ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TMoran/1581606/