http://slow.writerscafe.org/LittleMissLilah The original writings of author Eala Cartwright en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776136607 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Goose,God I have lost track of how many times I have tried to write this f*****g letter. But I'm going to give it a final try and I guess whatever comes out, even if not eloquent, will at least be honest. You and I are such a messy thing. Such a complex kaleidoscope of drunken kisses and w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/2035059/ Love & Jest.Scene 1.SOPHIA & SEBASTIAN. PRESENT DAY. EXT. NIGHT. BATH ROOF TERRACE. Sophia and Seb discuss the breakdown of their relationship. Sophia is bitter and Seb is clearly regretful. SOPHIA'S OBJECTIVES: to find a way to stop the pain. this is why she is out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1994787/ TRACKLISTThe Bell this little old pub in That little old city / well it sure isfine yeah it sure is pretty / as the boy wHomakes his home behind the bar / yeah this littlE old pub in that little old city / man it sure is fine yeah itsure is preTty / as the girl whogave boy inside her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1914809/ 0. Prologue     Time is a funny concept when one has the potential to live forever. Orat least that’s what Lady Rhea has always thought. Immortality was another strangeideal " mankind glorified this concept of eternal life, failing every time tosee that immortality was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1913124/ 1. Orphan of WarEala is nine yearsold when Peter and Charlie come to their little village on the outskirts of thewoods. His mother was killed during the war and Robin, her father, is friendswith the boy’s guardian."Peter says Rhea isn'treally your ma and Robin isn't really your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1912961/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1912948/ I Could Love YouThere's a field by a graveyardIn an old part of townA young couple sat thereYou might have seen them aroundShe is like wildfire In the way that she laughsHe spends his whole damn eveningKeeping tabs on his heartI could love youAnd I almost love youIf w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1904619/ If The Worst Should HappenMy dreams are where you still touch me.I feel your arms about my waist,Your lips on mine.My dreams are where I forget that You are gone from me;That I now live in a worldWhere you are nothing but a name on a screen, The lyrics of a song, A face in a photograph.I dream of po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1900474/ Her head is on his shoulder, her legs thrown across his lap and his arms about her waist as though he's terrified she won't be there the second he lets go."Come home with me," He whispers into her hair, so quiet that she barely catches his words. But she does, her head lifting off of his shoulder as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1899022/ The Traces We Leave BehindYou said that the thing youLoved most about me was my laugh.So tell me,When you see those photographs of me now -You know the ones -Where someone has caught me Completely unaware.Mid sentence,Mid laugh,When I am exactly as you alwaysSaid you liked me best.So tell me,Do you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1899000/ Have You Seen This Girl?She smiles so wide that it lightsEven the darkest of nights.Her laughter comes freely and is enoughTo fill the whole room.She is ease and gracePersonifiedBut don't let her sweet natureTrick you into believeing that sheIs anything less than fierce.This girl is wildfire,Tearing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1897613/ Do I Miss You Right?I thought I knew what it was to miss someone.To search crowds for their faceKnowing full well you wont find what you're looking forBut still finding that your shoulders sagJust a littleWhen you come up blank.I thought I knew what it was to miss someone.That song that makes you fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1894693/ I Like To Think SoI had a dream last night.A dream about a universe different to our own.A universe in which I stayed. Where distance did not leave usWith nothing but a public goodbye,Bitter sweet memories, and beds too bigTo be truly comfortable.In this dream we were happy.Walking through that trai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1893954/ Distance  If I didn't live where I live,My love,If there wasn't two hoursWorth of distance Between us,Then I would have stayed.I would've stayedAnd been the girlFront rowAt every one of your gigs, The one that youCalled "baby",That brings you coffeeOn breaks at workAnd holds you when itAll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1892386/ She was like wildfire, tearing through life with fiery insistence, and he couldn't help but be swept up in the inferno.She was already there when he arrived on location that Saturday in early February. Dressed in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, well worn combat boots and a ratty old sweater she wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1890819/ She was like wildfire, tearing through life with blazing intensity and he couldn't help getting caught in the inferno.  He doesn’t remember much of their initial meeting that afternoon in late November, just a pretty and petite blonde all bundled in a fluffy green coat bursting throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1890779/ The Morality of the Sun and Moon "how strange", he says, as we're sat facing each other on the couch,blankets thrown haphazardly about our laps. "how strange that we've only known each other a week." i haven't given it much thought until now,the passing of time working somehow differently .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1889137/ A friend looked at me, as I was curled into your side And said, "That's because you date jackasses, dear." I didn't have an answer for him. He is right.I have dated more losers and pricks than you can imagine And yet here I find myself next to you.And it's funny because I've.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1889127/ She walks like the world is out to get her. Like around every corner there will be yet another thing just waiting tobest her -To beat her downTo punish her for the mistakes of people long gone, People she owes nothing too but the world sees fit to insist she pay upanyway.He wal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1882617/ She walks like the world is out to get her. Like around every corner there will be yet another thing just waiting to besther -To beat her downTo punish her for the mistakes of people long gone, People she owes nothing too but the world sees fit to insist she pay up anyway.He walks like he'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1882576/   The Fact of Moving On  Ithink that was the thing that terrified her the most. She loved him hopelesslyand yet, she knew that she couldn’tstay with him forever. Not in the way that he meant it. And she knew as well asanyone how easy it was to forget someone. No one meant t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1881789/    The Lasting Effects  “Loveis not supposed to last” she said simply, no emotion in her voice to suggestthat what she was saying pained her in any way, “The very nature of humanitydictates as such. We are temporary creatures, are we not? And love…love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1881786/     Haircut  She couldn't bare it. He was gone;She was never getting him and back and yetEvery time she looked in the mirrorAll she could hear was him whispering in her ear -The distant echos of a voice imprinted upon her very soul -As he confessed quite how much he loved her hair.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1881782/   He Loves Me Not  It's not love. It's not.It is impossible to love someone so vastly different to youSomeone that you fight with as much,If not more, than you don't.Someone that you can never agree withIn regards to politics, or relgion or anything much at all  So it's not love.But I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1881773/ in which e&k are the ones who all their coworkers/students think should date http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1881300/ .She’s an orphan ofwar, just as her parents had been. Named for the dead, two grandmothers she willnever know. A child and far too young for any of it. But they all are, aren’tthey? That’s the point of it, what makes war just that, war - it’s unfair anddangero.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1876276/  Itstarted in a somewhat odd way, of that, they were both certain. They'd beenworking together for about six months, her fresh out of the academy and him,already a Captain - they were both young though. Too young to have their livesthreatened by a war. But when two people showed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1876258/ i was randomly assigned a college roommate and he's actually really cute http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1875792/ i auditioned for the school musical and now am playing a lead role opposite the most infuriating (gorgeous) guy in school who I absolutely do not have a crush on. no way. never. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1875791/ my friend dragged me to a party and then abandoned me but you came up to me and we started talking and somehow I started talking about how I didn't want to be here while you start smirking when my http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1875790/ everyone keeps on trying to set us up but we've secretly been dating for years http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1875789/ today was miserably cold and he couldn't understand why everyone was so happy, until he saw her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1875785/ Chapter OneNew Years Eve, Eala and Killian (aged 18 & 19) who have been friends since Eala moved to town after getting adopted by Rowena and Robin Mills, family friends of Killian's parents. They are at a party together and taking care of their mutual friend Ruby Lavinski who 'peaked' too soon. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1875072/ She comes back to the town that they grew up in to hide - she isn't sure why because it reminds her of him, of their beginnings but it's the only place other than New York that's ever felt like home. And perhaps she likes that she walks past their bench every day on her way to work. Perhap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1864572/ I think, before we go any further, there are some things that I need you to know.Because it's all well and good us going on and pretending like last year never happened, but it did. And it's not something that I can easily forget.  Firstly, I need you to understand how weak you made me fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1833759/ She was like a bird. You could try and cage her all you liked, Some even succeeded for a while, But it only made her desperately unhappy. Only made her lash out, Reach for the freedom flight brought even more. She was like a bird. You could admire her, Love h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1823420/ A/N: Hello, at the (sort of request) of some of the wonderful people on Room Of Requirement facebook group, I have decided to attempt my own Marauders-at-Hogwarts fic! As an avid Jily shipper this is going to focus heavily on them (it is also told from Lily's POV as her diary too) however there will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1709588/ Felicity "Fliss" Henning/Ravin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1708693/ this is the beginning of Lieutenant Skie Danning & Captain Orson Kingston's tale. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1707575/ Skie and Orson get into a public fight after he calls her out about something that happened on a mission - involves jealousy - needs development http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1699520/ "I'm not angry at you, Killian!" I sighed, playing absentmindedly with the hem of my shirt. He ran his hands through his tousled hair and looked about desperately, as if searching for the answers to the questions that had hung, unsaid and unsure, in the air between us all bloody night, "I'm just," I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1693085/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1685540/ Early crisp morning in March. Frost is on the ground and there is a chill in the air. We see a black 1991 mini cooper driving along a pretty deserted road. To the right are fields, to the left what looks like an air port. It comes to a stop at a very small round about before taking the second exit d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1679847/ She was changed. She was darker, crueler somehow, in comparison to the last time that their paths had crossed.And he wondered momentarily what had happened in the recent months to make her so damn sad. What immense brutality must the world have exposed her too in order to dim that easy, br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1667411/ Queen Of HeartsIt started with a battle cry  You were there those sparkling eyes I saw you there, and I just stared  Because it couldn't be you.It started out with one last kiss I let you go, but I will miss, this.We were young and so naive  I was only just sixteen The innocent simp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1647616/ The Song Of The Broken HeartedIt's funny how the thought of you The mention of your name Still brings tears to clear stone eyes It's a never ending gameOf twisting, turning, hiding, hurting And kissing just to tell Of driving off the deep end  With no hope of ending wellIt's funny how the sea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1647614/ Slipping Through My FingersI walked out the door  To the sound of the heartbreak Left You for dead  To drown in our mistakesAs I flee the scene  I try not thinking about it If I broke your heart, Think what you did to meAll those days spent waiting  Watching as the sand  D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1647612/ Shotgun LoverWind me up like only you can Fire the cannon, start the marching band Tell me backwards, from the start, All the ways you're gonna break my heartBail me out of your twisted truths  Because the more you play, dear, the more you lose Whisper harshly all the things you see The reaso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1647610/ 1. Shotgun Lover For the boy who taught me what toxic love looks like. We were never going to work out.2. Slipping Through My Fingers  For the boy who taught me the pain of holding on too long. Losing you hurt, but refusing to see that I had lost you hurt more.3. The Song of The Broken Hearte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1647604/ L'Amour FouD. K. D'AmoreI cannot write anything other than the truth. I pour my heart and I pour my soul onto paperIn the vain hopes that in verse and pros I shall be able to create some sort of semblanceOut of my explosively tumultuous thoughts.I hope you, my reader and dearest friend -Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleMissLilah/1647493/