http://slow.writerscafe.org/Aielliott08 The original writings of author Amanda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004824 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The thoughts of a nervous bride http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aielliott08/950989/ Incompetence,incompetenceIn present times, I’veno defenseThis current lack ofcommon senseIs nothing but my lotThe lot of scorn uponme fellAnd broke apart mysimple shellAnd rendered presentlife a hellFor what I seldomsoughtI sought a life Icouldn’t knowBecause I’d ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aielliott08/885589/ A young girl gets a part-time job at a nursing home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aielliott08/815280/ A young boy learns a hard lesson about being the son of a pirate captain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aielliott08/813162/ Brief narrative poem. Please excuse the cliche. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aielliott08/806052/ Kind of emo, but ok I thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aielliott08/805150/ I don't know youBut I didWhen the cherry blossoms bloomedAnd you said that you were sorryI said nothing in returnThe petals fell awayAnd spring began againAnd I came to know anotherWhen the petals fell away I don't like you But I didWhen I found a vase of rosesAnd a ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aielliott08/792717/ A brief memoir about discovering identity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aielliott08/738938/ A mother searches for a costume for her daughter's first Halloween http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aielliott08/719665/ “I’ll be back by morning,” said Mal. 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