http://slow.writerscafe.org/brookie The original writings of author ~Brooke Moran~ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185828 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My family are the seasons.My father is summer.Sometimes it is an enjoyable daybut others are too hot to bare.Payton is spring.Mostly a happy day.But sometimes those days are ruined by storms of fits. My mother is winter.It could be a bitter,cold day, without any snow.And I am fall.My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookie/1139534/ I am from my glasses view, from Sally's Nail Polish, and my Cover Girl make-up.I am from the brown wooden front door.I am from the tall tree in my front yard,and the rose bush in front of my window.I am from the turkey dinners at Karen's house on the holidays,and the short women:Mom, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookie/1139529/ I am the one who loves fall,enjoying the scents, colors, and weather.I am the one who loves singing.Often bugging my parents with my loud music.I am the one who loves cats,taking care of them and showing my love.I am the one who relishes reading,but can never find the time.I am the one who likes mee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookie/1139526/ I shut my eyes.Patiently,I wait for the last few moments of consciousness to fade away.My head is full with thoughts about my day.My pillow softly presses against my cheeks.My blanket shocks me every time I move my leg.I sink into my bed and fall asleep.However, my mind is still awake.In this place,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookie/1139517/ Wind blows through her hair.Making it flow onto her face.She pushes it away,and sways to the beat.Never has she looked so beautiful.Her eyes so bright in the light.Drawing in attention every where she goes.One can't help to stare. But one would not dare,To take the courage,And talk to this&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookie/1133282/ All are silent, patiently waiting for the sound to flow through their ears.The stage never felt so empty, so big. Slowly the piano plays innocent keys.Which fills the room with beauty. Staring into the crowd, my hands shaking,I open my mouth and the words come out witho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookie/1133265/ I close my eyes.I wait for the last few minutes of conseciousness to fade away.My head is filled with thoughts about my day.The pillow is soft against my face.My blanket shocks me every time I move my leg.I start to feel my bed pull me closer and I fall asleep.But my mind is still awkake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookie/1132659/ I feel so underneath the world.My skin aches for a presence.Something I can hold on to, something I can call "mine".There is a small voice inside that becomes loud and screams of agony.No person seems to notice. The voice never escapes from my soft lips that I constantly press together.All alon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brookie/1132600/