http://slow.writerscafe.org/Brittanybooks The original writings of author Brittany Bostic en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775969768 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A rather honest depiction about what happens to our rooms and things when death occurs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/2097274/ I want my cold front steps,covered in a thick layer of white, fluffy snow.I want to get the wrong coffee flavor from the women who doesn't speak englishdown the street.I want to read a book on my big red couchwhen I should be acting social.I want to pet my cat until she gets annoyed with meand runs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1988400/ His voice is sure and strong to most,But I know there’s something different.He puts aside his pride to let a tear fall down his cheekAs he says to me the one thing he has been hoping to avoid.“I’m enlisting.” We a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1926959/ Two soldiers in love and a price to pay for their Great Country. Enjoy this short story! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1911189/ We do not tire.We do not falter.We do not fail.When we are thrown to the ground,spitting blood from our mouthswith harsh broken ribs and loud clambering screams,we push ourselves to a standing position.When our brothers are shot down,whispering their last words to usas we kiss their forehe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1881110/ A writer writes because she is a writer.She writes for her pain,her search for value,her temptation to lust.A writer writes because without words, there is no life.She writes for her mother's warm heart,for her father's rough fist,her lover's luscious secret.A writer writes because she feels passion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1878767/ From In Love with a Mental Case http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1812342/ Leave with MeLet me run away with youAway into the oceanand dance upon the sand toome, under your love potion.Take me under the sununder the stars and the moonJust let me have fun!Don't let it die off too soonWe could leave, you know?We could just rununder bridges, not too loweat a little or a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1776723/ I never thought it would feel like thisthere is an unmistakable kind of terror that comes with the giving away of a childSome say that is a terrible way to describe thisThey are not writersSo many questions and petrified realities run through my head.What will my mother think?Will my family be&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1727348/ Love is like falling.Maybe I've told you once before.But I can't seem to keep you from stalling,throwing rocks at my door.People think the trick is to catch yourself.Well they're wrongThe trick is to keep falling, pick the book up off the bookshelfeven if it's too long.Don't stop read.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1725054/ JoyJoy is holding it in my hands.Feeling the pagesas they flip through my fingers.Wondering how these words seem so perfect.Joy is knowing these are my words.Reading them over and over until I have them memorized.Loving the beauty that is my book.Joy is touching the soft pages.Looking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1725045/ 1. BoxingMY brother Cam makes a quick noise of pain before he hits me in theface and then steps back on the mat. The room only spins for a secondbefore I regain my balance and see that Cam is blocking his face. Ifeel the anger build in me and tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1714855/ The first chapter of my book that is to be published in a few weeks. This is just a sample of what is to come. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1714854/ I found it one day while wondering alone in my mindIt was a scary beingA dark creature that seemed to envelope meI could feel it under the surface of my skinFeel it pushing its way throughTearing at my fleshBreaking my bonesWhy didn't I stop it?not because I couldn'tI know that m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1714245/ You want her,You love her,I watch as you touch her,I want you,I need you,But I will concede you,If you want her,and if you love her,Than I guess…I should let you have her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1714239/ The new yearIsn't it just another day?The day after anothertwenty four hours after the year beforeWe make resolutionsLose weightsee familybecome famousBut can't we make these resolutions in our everyday life?Can't we have world peace in the middle of the year?No child goes hungry on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1701165/ OblivionI am not afraid of oblivion.I find it comforting.The fact that one day nothing will matter is promising.Everything we do,everything we touch,everything we think about,will all be gone and with it will go our bodies and our souls.We all want to leave something behind.A&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1689250/ Thanking YouFrom the touches that you left meto all of the ones I wish I could feel now.From the memories I have of youto all of the ones I wish we could have made.I'm thankful dear love,I'm thankful for what we had even if it wasn't enoughbecause no amount of time with you could be e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1675823/ We have it.We have this passionthis sight that shows so far beyond what many can seewhat we do seeI see a starry night sky.Hear the pitter patter of rain on the rooftopsThe sounds of my father when he comes home from workA yellow ribbon around a treeBlood dripping down fingers of a de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1672618/ They told me he was gone.I didn't want to believe them.I told them they were lyingthat it couldn't have been true.He mattered too much to be gone.He was too important to be gone.i didn't cry because if I cried than it was real,and if it was real,than he was never coming back.And that was an unaccept.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1667037/ I never felt like that before.I couldn’t breathe.How dare they say that?If I am allowed to love a man,than why I am not allowed to love a women?They don’t see that they are wrong,maybe they never will.I guess that doesn’t really matter.But it made me hurt anyway... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1652753/ His EyesCould be filled with all of the colors,Or maybe just a few,Green or blue,Could be filled with grief and tears,Or maybe just happiness,They avoid all his fears,Whether hazel or brown,They all show his feelings,Especially his frown,They show all his love,They never fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1643931/ Dear love,Missing you with all of my heart is the hardest thing that I had to do out here. I know many of the other boys send letters back home just like me. They think their girls are the best. They are wrong of course. You could be the only women in the world and still be the love of my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1639772/ Saying goodbye,I hoped it wouldn't be foreverAs tears ran down my face and yours too,I said goodbye,No you said,it'll never be goodbyeI'll see you later,With a smile I was able to say it backbut in my head, I am sorry to admit,I said goodbye,You let go of my hand,After taking a quick glance at the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1639763/ I Felt LifeBrittany Bostic  I felt something,Do you want to know what it was?It was extraordinary.There were so many things all at once. It was taking a bee landing on a bright pink flower inthe middle of spring... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1635335/ Crazy OnesI like the crazy ones,The ones that are mad to want something,The ones that want to live,Want to yell in an open field, Want to never sleep because they don’t want to miss a beat.I want to be with the ones that love to dream,The ones that aren’t afraid of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1625830/ I thought about this while watching "Escobar: Paradise Lost" during the scene where Nick remembers Maria and her beauty while hiding out not knowing his fate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1625189/ SunsetIf I could stay awake every single day forever,I would do it without thinking twice.I would never close my eyes again.It would be a privilege to see every second of every day.Sunsets.The bright white color that protrudes through the back of a white cloud,The pink and orange t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1625185/ My cousin, Scott Stanley, died a year ago on Thursday. He was the father of five young and wonderful children and a husband to a very strong, fun wife. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1613115/ I am not much of a poem writer. I am more of a book writer and an action one at that however I occasionally really feel poems and they sort of just happen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brittanybooks/1613105/