http://slow.writerscafe.org/clarinsun The original writings of author Sunspot en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984160 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/2054900/ What is unconditional love? Is there such a thing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/2038345/ Hi,So I've sat in front of my notes for half an hour now thinking about how I'd fight this person that really brought down my mood yesterday and I think that 1) this is absurd, I have better things to be doing but also 2) yeah, this is something that infuriates me and so I'm going to f*****g write a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/2028197/ Avoiding my lab report. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/2020692/ Just saying hello to my readers. 17 Feb 2018 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/2005715/ Musings, roughly created and meant to be roughly read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/2005711/ There are two kinds of people in this world," my companion slurred, pausing to take another artless swig. "Those who _____, and those who _____." Leaning on a creaking rail overlooking the dirty city below us, we search the polka-dotted blanket of night for a clue as to where to go for our next.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1991370/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1991355/ My first and last high school dance...with a boy or with a man? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1761181/ 4Jan2016 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1719614/ I'm sitting in class, listening to the steady, offensive object thrown from the throat to hassle the silence,whenI'm not.A killer looks me softly in the eyes and anxiously confesses his forbidden love butI'm in class.I rub my eyes and look down at my paper,messy with drowsy lette.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1719601/ Weighed down with possibility,Life is busy and bees zip around me,busy, busyand my fruits fall but I cannot take them,drop, drop.Waxing and waning was time flows by, such is the life of woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1719599/ I see the other side sometimes.Sometimes, it looks like my room.Sometimes, school.Sometimes, work.But whatever it is, it's always light and hazy,disorientingly warped.Some people call it Heaven.I call it a glass ceiling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1719598/ I feel wretchedthough it is completely irrational of me to feel so,I do.There's not a cohesive thought in my head except that I feel wretched.I need a showerI'm itchyI feel unfit and fatand,I feel stupid and sluggish,my mental processes clouded. I don't really feel like living.I'm pathetic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1719597/ Chapter 1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1719592/ Okay, I'm sorry for trying to handle this situation underhandedly because I thought it would give you a chance to talk to me, but here it is: I'm annoyed. Actually, I'm a little more than annoyed, I'm upset. The reason should be clear, but in case you're not sure of why I'm upset, check the date.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1688439/ Dedicated to the tree in our front yard. Part II. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1665829/ Dedicated to the tree in our front yard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1665824/ Inspired by an amazing individual that I met a year ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1664235/ Perhaps this is self-explanatory, but I feel like punching some numbers right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1662879/ A story of hypocrisy. A collection of essays. The brainchild of a nocturnal writer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1660917/ Sorrow, Anger, Regret. This is the internet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1660079/ poem with auto-biographical nature; free-verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clarinsun/1658641/