http://slow.writerscafe.org/Angilioth The original writings of author Angilioth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041533 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hi my name is Jonathan and this is the story of how my life changed. The day my life changed was April 19 2010, and this is how it all started I was sitting under a bridge waiting for my parents to leave so I could go home. suddenly my face and hands felt like they were on fire. Then I heard someone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angilioth/1594759/ i have a curse on my soul that wont let it rest i call it the curse of the bloody bell... i was out in the field one day and when i got home i found my wife and daughter laying in pools of their own blood i swore over my wife and daughters bodies that i would kill the man did this to them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angilioth/1587395/ your predictable baby even though you say you hate me you still wait for me on the way to my bus stop and follow behind me with that same shy expression when its lunch time you wait for me on in the same spot and say you werent waiting for me you were just wanting some one to talk to then you follow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angilioth/1587393/ my heart was once frozen solid but now its so hot the ice wont cool the flames i dont know what happened but it might have been my girl cuz every time i see her my heart just blazes hotter every time she holds me it feels like im about to burst into flames http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angilioth/1587391/ there were people i wanted to see places i wanted to go and things i wanted to do but now i cant i want to wipe the tears from your eyes but i dont have enough strength to lift my arms i want to see your face but my vision is fading i want to hold you in my arms but i cant move i hate that i ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angilioth/1586625/ there are injuries to every conspiracy theres a reason i know this and that is because i am an injury of a major conspiracy... my life was goin good until the day i saw that plane coming toward the building i ran as fast as i could but it was already to late the plane crashed and my life flashed bef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angilioth/1586624/ my love is like a tiger trapped in a cage that is in a deep dark hole with no way of escape just waiting to be released once more to roam free its just waiting for the one who holds the key the tiger wishes to be free so he gnaws at the bar that holds him back with a fiery passion wanting to run the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angilioth/1586622/ there are days when i just need to reach out and touch you and make sure you are really there. there are days when i need to grab your hand to make sure you are not just a figment of my imagination. there are time i just hug you to show you my feelings are real and not just infatuation. there will b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angilioth/1584552/ i know that eyes are the widows to the soul but why is it that my eye seem very deep and dark everytime i look into them in the mirror it feels as though im getting sucked in is my soul really that far down and dark i thought it was brighter but i guess i was wrong but then someone told me i wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angilioth/1584551/ Flames of Retribution http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angilioth/1584547/