http://slow.writerscafe.org/Angelique30 The original writings of author Angelique en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002077 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As I sat on the window, watching the sun rise and for Alex to wake up, I started to sing to myself in a whisper. "It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song. You can't believe it, you were always singing along. It was so easy and the words so sweet. You can't remember, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1747689/ Alex took off his clothes and got into the shower, hot water spilling from the shower head, the steam making the whole bathroom foggy. "Rain drops are falling on my head, dah dah dah, but that doesn't mean that my eyes will soon be turning red-" I sang as I sat on the toilet, the lid closed of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1744744/ "Alex! I shouted running towards him with a grin on my face.He ran towards me and as we met, we embraced each other."I missed you," I whispered in his ear."I missed you to," He whispered back. He pulled back from the hug, only to pull me back in for a kiss."Never leave me again," I told him smiling... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1743642/ "Did you hear?" "Did you hear?" "Did you hear?" The question continued to echo down the hall, everyone whispering to each other.Susan Peters ran up to Alex with a frantic look on her face. "Did you hear that?" "Hear what?" Alex replied, full of confusion."Anna...She..." Susan hesitated, not sure of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1743549/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1743532/ A cave in darkness hidden away.Very few venture this far, none stay.They ask me to join them, to come into the light.It's to cold out there, to scary, not right.The darkness holds me.The cave doesn't want me to leave, the cave wants me to feel fear.They come with torches, powered by batteries.Slowly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1743510/ Nothing lasts forever. Forever is just a lie. All we ever have is between hello and goodbye.This book is what I like to think as my last letter to Oliver.So here it goes my last words.Dear Oliver,Even though you are gone, you are still in my heart.I watch our son grow older every day and smile of ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1743498/ I returned to Central Park the next day, looking around eagerly. Where are you Oliver? I thought to myself.At that moment two hands clasped my eyes shut. "Miss me?" A voice whispered in my ear.Turning around in shock, I quickly pulled Oliver into a hug. "Where have you been?" I asked."Here and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1741667/ If I asked you to fly away with me know, would you? Could we just run far, far away? Or even sprout our wings and fly off into the sunset. At least one of those options will give me some peace of mind.I was leaving Lake Gloria with a promise that I will return.I was slowly making my way out of town,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1739492/ A smile crept on Oliver's face. "Are you watching me?""No." I whispered back.He slowly began to open his eyes and looked directly into mine. "Liar."I bit my lip and smiled. He made me so happy. He made me feel beautiful. He made me feel perfect. "How are you?" He asked me."I'm brilliant. How ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1736669/ The only reason why people hold onto memories so tightly, is because it's the only thing that never changes even when people do. I've come to realize the minute you think about giving up, you need to think of the reason on why you held on for so long. That is what keeps me holding on.Two arms w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1736462/ Just when the wounds are almost healed, somebody comes around and tears them right open again, forcing you to go through the pain again.Oliver had given me a journal to write in and to express my emotions so that I could get it out of my system. I was thankful that he did that as it helped me a lot... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734941/ It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew. It's hard to stay positive when nothing goes right.Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking a moment and making the best of it without knowing what is going to happen next.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734926/ I slowly turned around to find myself face to face with Rick."Miss me?"I took a slow step back, but he mirrored my every move. "Did you do that to my mother?" I asked in a shaky voice.All he did was smile at me. "You know you're a beautiful girl right?""Did you do that to my mother?!" I shrieked."Ce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734907/ "So," Jordan said, weaving his hands in mine, "are you busy Friday?"Nope. Why?""Because I was thinking, maybe we could go on a date?""Just the two of us?""Just the two of us," he confirmed.I smiled, "I'd like that.""Mum!" I called out when I walked into the house."In here sweetie," called out mum's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734616/ A month had passed.The first thing I did after my date with Jordan was ask him if we were a couple. He said we were, which made me happy.Life was peaceful right now, if you excluded my family life.I was still friends with Eve, Abigail and most importantly Oliver. Jordan hasn't said a word yet about .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734581/ "So Cece, do you have any hobbies?" She asked me.I shook my head."Okay...I wonder if you suit hats...""Eve what are you on about? I asked her, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.She resurfaced from her wardrobe holding a few pieces of clothing. She walked over to me and placed the whole pile at my fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734543/ "How was your date?" Mum asked me from the kitchen."It was brilliant," I breathed still smiling like a lunatic."I'm guessing he kissed you?"I nodded."I'm glad to hear and I am glad that you are happy Cece.""Thanks mum...How are you?"Mum shrugged and pointed to her black eye. "I've been better, but t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734526/ When I stopped crying I mumbled, "I'm sorry for ruining our date.""It's okay...And it's not ruined. We still have lots of time left." Jordan said, stroking my hair."But all that I have done is cry.""And it's now my job to cheer you up. So how about a drive to the place I had in mind and we continue .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734516/ Friday ha come sooner than I had expected."Have fun on your date tonight," Oliver called out to me as I was leaving school grounds.My response to him was sticking the rude finger out at him.I continued walking home humming to myself.I closed the door and mum walked into the living room."You're home .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734235/ I walked out of the school grounds and found Jordan already waiting for me."Hey," he muttered unsure of what I have decided.I smiled and replied, "Hey."His eyes started to sparkle with hope. "So?'"So...I have decided to give you a chance.""Yes," he enthused and pulled me into a hug."You're suffocati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734221/ "So what's new city girl?" Oliver asked me."Please tell me that you are not going to continue using that nickname for me.""Nah, it's to lame. I will have to think of a more annoying name for you."I took my seat and Oliver took his next to me."So like I was saying. What's new?""Jordan tried to apolog.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734212/ I woke up earlier than usual this morning, so I took my time getting ready for school and left at quarter to eight. Slowly making my way to school."Someones up early." Jordan said as I walked into the school grounds.I shot him a piercing glare to tell him I wasn't in the mood to talk to him."And ang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734190/ "Oliver, would you mind raking up some leaves for me dear?" An old voice came from the doorway, yet abruptly stopped when the eyes were locked on me. "Oh my you have a lady friend over."I blushed deeply. A lady friend?Oliver shook his head and smiled. "Gran, this is Cece. She's new in town.""Oh of c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734176/ Oliver's truck came up beside me. "Since Jordan hates your guts, do you want to come over to my house for a bit?" I smiled and got into his car.Oliver's grandparents lived in a small old farmers house. His grandfather obviously still had parts of the  farm up and running.We walked up to th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734160/ With my thoughts clouded by this girl that Oliver likes I walked out of the school grounds not even noticing Jordan."Are you okay?" He asked me.I snapped out of my trance and looked at him. "Oh, yeah sorry. My mind is distracted for some reason.""Oh, that's okay...I was wondering if you would like t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1734152/ Here is a bit more information about me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1721774/ "Hey Cece, are we still on for Friday?" Jordan asked me at lunch the next day.I nodded and smiled, "of course.""Awesome.""Where are we going?""It's a secret."I grimaced, I really hate keeping secrets.He chuckled, "you are to cute."His compliment made me blush a deep red, so I ducked my head down."I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1695855/ Oliver's chosen hangout was truly remarkable. On the other side of the lake that Jordan had taken me to on the first day at the school, it was a little clearing by the water that once was a park.Tied to an oak tree was a tire swing. And over under the shade was a table with a barbecue and right by t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1695809/ This is a poem I wrote for all soldier's and for what they fought for and are still fighting for. And a special one to my own friend fighting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1661387/ "Hey there Cece." Came a familiar voice from behind me.I turned around to see Jordan walking towards me. "Hey," I replied."Where are you heading?" He asked me."Home," I answered."Are you sure you don't want to hang out with us for awhile?""Yeah, I'm just going to head on home.""Want me to give you a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1661385/ I walked out of my second class with Oliver and Jordan immediately came over and wrapped his arms around me, cutting off Oliver's smile."I didn't see you this morning," Jordan mumbled.I squirmed out of his arms,"I overslept." "Oh, that's understandable." He placed a hand on my shoulder and look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1661370/ I laughed, "yeah Lake Gloria sucks.""So then why are you hanging out with Jordan?" He asked me.I looked at him sternly. "What do you mean?"He casually raised his defensively against the steering wheel. "Hey, I am not saying that it's a bad thing that you are hanging out with him. He's a bloody nice .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1661348/ I rinsed my face with cold water and walked towards my room, taking off my shoes. It hard finally gotten dark outside at 9 pm, I was dead tired.I curled up in my bed, switched on my bed lamp and opened up a book.As I got more into my book, my eyes started closing till I finally blacked out. "Ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1661335/ I glanced back at them and smiled, "You are right."I got up and ran over to him. He placed his hand on my back and ushered me away. "So do you like Eve and Abigail?""Yeah, they are pretty mad. They have amazing talents.""Yeah they do."It was quiet for a moment as I lead him in the direction of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1653972/ "So that is why he hates Oliver so much." I muttered."Oliver?" Eve questioned. "Oliver Carter?""Carter?" I exclaimed."Oliver with the tattoos?""Yeah, that's Oliver Carter? He is one year older that Jordan. Jordan is sixteen and Oliver is seventeen.""I gathered that seeing Oliver is in all my classes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1653960/ Lake Gloria. The lake that the town was named after. Jordan sure was right about one thing, the scenery was breath taking. The shining large lake was surrounded by large oak trees and green grass. Although the leaves on the oak trees were from bright orange to deep yellow in colour.As I sat under th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1653949/ I was on my way out of school, when I heard a guitar playing followed by a voice. "...Pack up all my things and get my a*s out of town. We got it good weather we like this town or not. I know it's small, but with a big head it's bound to get hot in summer but the summer is a bummer when you can't le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1653926/ "How many tattoos do you have?" I asked him, lost in the sight."Fourty and still going.""Is there a reason for them?" I questioned, glancing at the bands around his arms. Odd Greek symbols, the anchors on his hands...."Yes.""And what might that be?""Oh, that's a secret."I rolled my eyes, "So what yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1653909/ "I need my class schedule," I stated not bothering with any greetings."Of course, are you Cecelia Bloom?""Is there any other new students in this bore of a town?"Her smile faded a bit and the plastered it back on tighter,"You are a funny one aren't you?" I continued to stare at her, my face clearly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1653898/ I slowly closed my eyes and allowed the darkness take me into a deep slumber."Get up mum shrieked into my room."Of course my immediate response was just to lay there, why would I do what she says?She has never shown me any kindness, so I see no use of showing her any kindness in return. Treat people.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1653856/ The white lines on the grey road drifted behind the car as I stared through the back window."Sit straight in your seat!"  my stepfather ordered.I slouched around and faced the correct direcion. "Why do we have to move to this bore of a town anyway?" I questioned." Because Rick got his job here".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1650826/ PrologueBeing happy doesn't mean that evrything is perfect. It means you have decided to look beyond the imperfections.It took me a while to realise this,but I got there.Looking back on my life, I laugh at my mistakes and smile at how far I have come because of those mistakes. Things happe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1650823/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1650821/ "Go on red! Please go and give your granny this box of chocolates. She really deserves them after what you put her through," said Mrs. Riding."Nah! I think I'll pass, yeah?" said Red."No you are not going to pass! You are going to do as I say. You are going to your granny's house right NOW and you a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1645706/ he free birds leapon the back of the windand floats down streamtill the current endsand dips his windsin the orange sun raysand dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see throughhis bars of rageHis wings are clipped andhis feet are tiedSo he oppens his thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1645702/ I want to set things straight before I get out of here. Before the trial. I want to tell MY side of the story. The pain in my ankles and right up my calves is so bad it's got me howling at the moon. Every time they change the dressings they say I was lucky it wasn't third  degree burns. An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1645093/ The ghosts are out tonight,Preying on the weak,Avoiding the light-Broken souls they seek.Broken, battered and bruised,Used and used up,Emptied and forgotten,Minds warped and brains rotten.These souls who in shadows lie,Hiding from the world they hate,Dwelling only in the shadowsThey create.Those who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1645091/ It’s wrong what they’ve written about us. I don’t have a cruel bone in my body, and neither does my sister. Just because the masses aesthetically prefer the stereotypical slim, gorgeous, leggy blonde with the saucer sized brown eyes and that sugar coated voice �" they c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1643090/ Once upon a time, there was a little demon; a demon from the depths of hell. She sat in a forest clearing; dressed in pink with her soulless eyes covered by a mop of golden curls. Her name was Goldilocks, and she was the child of Satan himself.Goldilocks was granted a pass from the gates of hell, to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelique30/1643084/