http://slow.writerscafe.org/nykolasandrews The original writings of author Nykolas Andrews en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029628 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Trigger warning: this is a vent about child molestation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1810984/ Everything just kind of hits you at night when you're just lying there; your mind is racing; your body is tired after a long day, because nowadays, every single day is long and weary. It's pitch black, no light except the few little ones from your computer and the cracks in the door that you never n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1677106/ I thought falling so hard for one person was hard… Damn, I didn’t f*****g expect this.Getting over a past love by throwing yourself into another is like … Well, it’s like you’ve been stuck in this deep pit of water, and you’ve been free to leave this entire time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1667221/ F**k, f**k, f**k.I really hate venting. I love it, but I also hate it. It makes me feel better, but it also makes me feel worse and makes people worry, and I'm not intentionally trying to do that when I vent; I just need to let it all out. But I feel really bad because I usually write my vents a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1643745/ Oh, f**k.That was just, like, a punch in the face.I usually feel like s**t, and my really bad days are usually predictable, along with the feelings that come with them, but wow, my bad feelings just hit me out of nowhere.F*****g hell, I just really wanna go off and die.And I can’t do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1639969/ Letter #3 to Delyeah Summers from Luka Follesé http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1634161/ I bring the cold bottle’s top to my lips and intake some of the liquid in the bottle. The bitter taste coats my tongue and burns the back of my throat, but only for a moment. Then I let out a slight grunt with a smirk as I feel the anesthetic begin to work. People say that alcohol doesn’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1634159/ Letter #2 to Delyeah Summers from Luka Follesé http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1619651/ A vent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1603001/ A vent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602999/ "I'm not going to sugarcoat it. I am f*****g miserable, and I'm not really sure what to do. When I get like this, I can't think or speak, and I sure as hell can't tell you what is going on. I can't explain how I'm feeling because I don't know how I f*****g feel. All I know is that there is something.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602997/ There was something about her. I could never quite grasp what it was about her that made me choke up when I’d get near her. Maybe it was her beauty. She had a bright, dark red waterfall of hair cascading down her back that made it to her waistline. Red is something I see as sweet and gentle. M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602992/ “Jay, there’s something I need to tell you,” I told him. He turned to me..“What is it, Nathy?” he asked.“When I was a schoolboy, there was a boy who sat across the room from me in nearly every class. He was kind of tall, but he was really skinny. He wasn’t r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602990/ I can't remember my own name anymore.They tell me that my name is Ella, but it doesn't feel right. I feel like I used to have a different name.Every time I look in the mirror I don't see who I expect. My eyes are a dark green, and they really pop out against my pale skin. My hair is this sandy brown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602989/ This is going to sound really creepy, but I had a dream about you last night.I saw you a way’s away, and my heart dropped. I immediately thought that it was my imagination because you’re supposed to live states away, but then I got a closer look. It was really you. Being the person I am,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602987/ Last night, I found a stranger crying in my kitchen.At first, I wasn’t really sure what to think about it. I was sort of frightened by it. I wasn’t really sure what I was hearing until I saw her sitting on the floor, knees pressed to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them. It wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602984/ We met by accident. Call it serendipity. She was in the hospital for trying to take her life. I had a severe fall, and I broke my leg, so I was in the hospital for an x-ray, worried half to death someone would spot the thick white lines flooding my arms. The doctors didn’t notice, nor did my d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602983/ A vent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602982/ “Ready to die, Xyla?” His evil voice rang in my ears, but I couldn't speak. There I was, about to be shot, about to have my life taken. I didn't know if I had anything to live for anymore anyways besides Rydyr, so I was planning to accept it if it was my fate.That was December 20th. Let'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602980/ “There is nothing to fear but fear itself.” -Franklin D. RooseveltTrial 1It was dark. Nykolas could barely see anything, but the scent of rusted metal filled her nostrils. Where am I? She was going to say it, but when she opened her mouth to speak, a small, muffled almost screech flew ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602979/ Do you ever get the feeling that you like... You have this special little feeling over the stupidest thing, but it's like every time you think about it, your heart thumps a little and you can't help but get this bright red tint to your cheeks, thinking, "I can't believe I did that..." with the goofi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602978/ I’ve been attempting to write this for a long time, but I don’t think it’ll make much sense because really don’t even know how I feel. I really don’t know much of anything besides the fact it hurts to be alive. I miss you more than words could ever express, and I just w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602977/ When I think of you, usually, I do stupid things.I think about all of the stupid things I’ve said to youand beat myself up for themwhile also bombing whatever work I’m doing for school.I think of all the times you’ve helped me outand hope there is some higher power out there I can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602976/ DemonsThey were slender, dark, hazy creatures with piercing, empty, red eyes. They tortured the boy. The scene around him was a dark one with the occasional flames they would throw at him. Other than that, no light was anywhere besides the eyes of the demons. When they would throw the flames at him,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602970/ People say they want to know what Fate has planned for them, but honestly, some things are better left unknown. Having the knowledge of someone's fate leaves nothing but anxiety and mostly failed attempts to change the inevitable. Knowing ruins people, eats away at their mind and makes a person wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nykolasandrews/1602937/