http://slow.writerscafe.org/Horseluvared The original writings of author Horseluvared en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779874583 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A description of a night sky http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1780375/ Tears were pouring down her face, remembering the times she had, they had. Nothing would ever be the same. She was a mess, her silver hair was fine and split. Uncared for, like her soul. She needed saving from the downward spiralling abyss of life. She whispered, “Life doesn’t get easier.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1730117/ Therewas a girl, her face was pale, her bony hands touched the spiky bark, it piercedher skin and pearls of blood began to drip slowly from her arm, it stained herdress a colour of fear, and she had it written on her face too. Somethingwasn't right, was her time on this world over?Her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1707097/ Tears streaming down her face,remembering that he never loved her,moonlight shining,reflecting off her dull face,her eyes watery,and her heart broken,not a broken as her soul,shattered.which he stole,breaks can be mended,but shatters can't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1703327/ Looking around a messy room lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1691785/ The weather outside is terrible right now... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1686172/ Idk... describing love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1683257/ Blank faces surround me, Eyes looking straight through me. Fear of messing up or not looking right, Critical looks from all around me, Longing for one kind eye. Instead ones judging me, Feeling crowded in a vast area, Wishing someone would understand me, Instead blank faces surround me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1682242/ A boy ponders his evil thoughts... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1680877/ The lonely treeThe lonely tree, It stands alone in a burned down forest, All that's left is shrubs, It looks lonely and sad, In fact someone carved a sad face into it, Awkwardly swaying in the zephyr winds, It has watched many long years roll by, It's weathered branches have no leaves, It looks like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1680609/ Erm... a poem? :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1678582/ So, a girl was sat alone pondering some deep stuff.. (sorry I am new to this site) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Horseluvared/1678544/