http://slow.writerscafe.org/beme4ever The original writings of author Writing Angel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007566 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 1942Once upon a time there was a royal family which consists of3 people.   One was the amazing motherand loving majesty; Queen Catharine. She was a kind mothering queen to the landof Bialya. Along her side ruled her loving husband King James whom was a wiseand noble man to his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1732608/ It was the fall night of October 24th when I waschanged…I remember that night quite clearly. Me and my mother had just come outof the store, and had just started putting the groceries away when a sliverchain caught my eye. My mom saw my attention and hugged me close as if I was anewbo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1732599/ hey guys, um i was thinking about entering one of my writing into a contest and as many of my writings were free write i was hoping you might have suggestions of which i should enter...the contest will be for any writing topic. thank you! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1732243/ Alone...such a strong word and feelingsome say "i want to be alone" but deep down they want someone to help them or to see what they are goin throughi used to say "i dont want to be alone..." i got my wish yet now i envy every moment i can be peaceful and alonesome say "i want someone to love me"yet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1712889/ finnally im happyno more tears no more painno obligation no tiesjust hope for a futureno dramaand finally peaceno more heart brake just me myself and i in this single life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1712856/ many times i wonder if i have cried tears as much as as rain drops have fallen...i wonder if i have ran as much as the gusts of wind that blow in the falli wonder if i have been broken as many times as glass cupi wonder if im as worth gold in a poor mans housei wonder if im as happy as a child that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1711168/ does anyone know the real definition of love?could it be the feelings you share with someone when they really get you?could it be the possibility that "love" is when your heart gets broken and you sink so low you cant see yourself could it be that "love" is the reason we live each day?could it be wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1710092/ as many see me as "cute"they do not see my mindas many see my emotions in my eyesthey dont see my broken heartas many hug me unless its you...it doesnt helpyou see my broken heart when no one else canyou see my mind more than my looksyou give me the hug that gets me through each dayyou see me&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1709595/ I'm done....I'm not goin to act stupidI'm not goin to let you see everythingI'm ganna be meI'm ganna smileI'm ganna make jokesI'm ganna trip and fall and if you love me you will be there to help me up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1709038/ with a smile on my faceand only a tear a dayi make it look like im oki dont need helpim perfectly finei just need a little timei help others thats what i do so when your crying heres what ill do:ill give you a hughold you closeand promise i wont let goill make you laughill make you smile&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707144/ I woke to light and realized I was no longer the tall porcelainskinned girl yet I was a red furred wolf. I know it sounds crazy and I thoughtit was impossible but yet I was proven wrong. My eye sight and all five senseswere heightened. When I finally became set in reality I realized something .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707124/ I silently try to sneak away as I mustn’t think of beingcaught. I tiptoe but thanks to my wondrous clumsiness I fall down the threesteps and sprain my ankle as I scream in pain, not shutting my mouth and due tomy injury I was forced to be caught and silently knowing “my love”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707120/ My wonder takes ahold of my mind as I run to the library tofind this man’s name and hopefully his secrets. I walk up to see its closedsign on the door due to the darkness of the clouds and the rains callingthunder that gives me chills overhead heard a noise right before walking awayand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707118/ Fear consumes me as I still wish for him to hold me…to loveme and call me his. The fear is not of him but of myself which seems too longfor his touch as much as his mesmerizing words. Could he be perfect? I wish tofeel his lips brush and soft but firmly take possession of mine and his a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707116/ As I look out my window down at him without his knowledge I thinkof me...And him... together…forever. As he did ask for my hand in marriage thethought of it sickens me. Yes I am of age but the thought of a man...even theone I met with no name that has my heart, the idea of him tying me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707113/ For he seems to be loving but so do the others that lurkwith predatory hearts within the alleyways of the streets. His heart seems purebut his shadow shows otherwise. He is darkest light and the happiest misery. Hemakes me smile but then makes my heart bleed as though I act fine my heart ist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707110/ I look at the innocent children playing as they have notseen the horrible horror and heart braking and mind testing truthfulness withinthe world. Must I not condone myself happiness? The only problem is the one I hadtrusted made me lock but I swear within my mind he has always had the key. I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707109/ For my heart doesn’t understand why I should take him back.Does one love when the one they loved has hurt them? Do you give a killer aknife if he says he shall kill you? By which do I owe them though?...a knife ormy heart? For it seems as though I have given him both my heart and a knife.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707106/ He cometh to me with words as soft as a feather and a voiceas calm as a soft wind on the ocean. He proclaims his heart is only for me butshould I unlock my heart for one whom has made me lock it so tight? I administerthe idea with a smile yet I cry deep with harmful wonder asking myself..is he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707102/ For could his heart love another? For I am sure there areothers as fair but does his heart crave another by which is not whom my mothergave birth to? For how long must I suffer within doubt of the one I love givinghis love to another? For my heart shall cry louder than a wolf’s howl on a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707099/ For I am a foolish girl with a foolish mind. He never reallyloved me yet he loved someone else. For he broke my heart faster than a fallingglass shattering into pieces and as hard as a brick wall. No longer will I allowmyself to love from now on I will always keep my heart under lock and key a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707095/ For I am cold but not from the shivering winds of the fallweather but from the chills of him around. I wish to affect him as he has affectedme. He makes my heart race one minute and skips a beat the next. He makes melightheaded yet as still as a stepping stone. I’m not sure how to explai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707094/ As though I sit and await the chance to see him again I can’thelp but blush at the simple thought of me near him again. For what hasstricken me..is this what I call love? I proclaim today that tomorrow he shallknow my hearts intent and hopefully I shall see his. For he is worth more than.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707092/ Still I wonder how I might save others as one person hassaved me. He seems as a thief silently stealing my heart as I believe I’mstealing is...Ha-ha does that make me a thief…oh my! We have talked but yet I can’tseem to go a minute without my mind saying “I wonder if h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707063/ Well here I am sitting here, thinking to myself what do I do.As the stress of the world pulled on my shoulder I sit cold, on the groundwondering how I might save others and help those in need. The only good thingthat has happened today is I met a stranger. His name I do not recall but myhear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707059/ what do you do when the one you love is a thief? what do you do when you realize you have a mate? what do you do when you become heartlessly in love with two guys? just ask Catherine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1707057/ What do you do when you realize you are a wolf? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1705905/ this is my life...this is what is really hidden behind the mask i wear every day...this is the real me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beme4ever/1705794/