http://slow.writerscafe.org/LiaEmily17 The original writings of author HipsterPrincess17 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775976108 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   I was born on September 3, I took my first breath that day. The same day my mother took her last. It's my fault she's gone, everyone tries to convince me that it wasn't but it clearly was. Now I live with my Father and Stepmother.   "My dear, come and bring some tea on your way" She addr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1757813/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1757767/ Burning Inside and outWithout doubtIts what were made to doUntil we become somthing new We're beautiful bright shiny thingsWith our fancy diamond ringsBurning, scaring, yearning, tearingoh look,There goes our wings  Were broken stars hanging by a stringWere broken starsTryin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1751070/ I think the butterfly's found a home in my stomach Like I'm always falling but there's no end to the plummetOnce you do something that mightn't lead to a sign Just be cool act like you don't care and you'll be fineBecause your the one that's always on my mindBut you must be blind to see what I feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1732688/   It's Friday. I love Friday for two reasons, its the end of the week, and I get to go to my best friends house. The drive is always seems way longer than it should. Its about 25 minutes long but it feels like an hour. The sky is covered in heavy dark clouds. I pray there is no s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1731944/   Our house was crowed last night. It was the first time we had company in a very long time. There was only 3 guests, but I guess that's the disadvantage of small houses. It took Polly to get used to me but after awhile she acted like I was her sister. Jake he...umm well I don't know what to sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1703728/                      My hometown was destroyed when I was just 7 years old. It used to be a happy place. But now it's just ashes and dead bodies. My mother was killed by a teer, that teer was my fathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1702637/           "Kill me, kill me now Emil!” Eli screams at me, as I watch him turn into a tier. "I will kill you!" he yells, "Kill me now!”But I'm glued to the floor and my gun that I have tightly gripped in my hand falls. "I..." I take in a shutte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1702522/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1702520/  My Head aches. I'm a princess?! "What the heck! where am I? What happened!?" I say My heart stops I push myself off of the bed. It doesn't help my headache at all, but I ignore it! "Please lay back down Princess" I shiver at the word 'princess' I will explain everything" the&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1701041/                  My silk blue dress collides with the spotless white floor. My pale skin reflects the light from the chandelier. My curled black hair rests peacefully on my back. I listen to my shiny black glas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1700517/          "Kill me, kill me now Emil! Eli screams at me, as I watch him turn into a tier. "I will kill you!" he yells, "Kill me now!' But I'm glued to the floor and my gun that I have tightly gripped in my hand falls. "I..." I take in a shuttering breath " I ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1694447/                  My silk blue dress collides with the spotless white floor. My pale skin reflects the light from the chandelier. My curled black hair rests peacefully on my back. I listen to my shiny black glas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1679517/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1678868/ Feelings, why do we have to have the cursed things.They kill us, break us down.We go mad and lose control.We cry over stupid little things.Feelings hurt, they sting.  Feelings are blessings, beautiful wonderful things! They make us alive and help us thrive!We feel love and c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1678288/  I grab him underneath his shoulders and pull. Jeez don't let his skinny muscular body fool you. He weighs a ton! I pull again using a lot of force. I pull him up to a tree, and sit him up so his back is pressed against the bark. I quickly run up to my little tree house and searc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1673705/ 124 days of torcher http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1665920/ What if you were stranded on a Island? What if you were all by your self? What if you had to kill to eat?. Well that's my life. I have been on this island for 124 days. 124 days of hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1665918/        My face feels sticky from my dried tears. The ringing in my ears is still there. But it's not as loud as it used to be. My main problem is that the sun is going to set soon. If I want to live, I have to get out of here. I need to find real shelter. The night is the wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1656404/         I can feel my heart beating in my chest.  My breathing is like a wild animal. 'Go go go!' My voices in my head tell me. I'm running for my life. My house is being attacked by Fog. It's not just your ordinary Fog. 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Thank you :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1638391/   The breeze flows through my long blond thick hair, tickling my neck, the soft feeling of the sand beneath my feet tickles, the pretty sound of the waves crashing up against shore so smoothly sounds better than anything else in the world. I close my blue eyes, and I cherish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1630993/        I sip my bitter hot coffee. Its 5:00 AM.I look at my screen that has been beeping for a long period of time. the screen is so bright it takes awhile for my eyes to adjust.  I read what It says over and over to make sure I am reading it right. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1629954/ ever get the feeling you just are going to pass out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1629883/ 16 year old Kalee lost her dad when he was found dead on a beach. no one knows how he really died but they say he must of drowned, but one day on her fathers birthday something strange happens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiaEmily17/1629642/