http://slow.writerscafe.org/daisymoon1987 The original writings of author Daisy Moon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034296 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I know that it has been a few weeks since I have written anything, but you’ll have to forgive me. I have been attempting to adjust to my new life, and to all the things that I’m meant to say, do, or feel. It’s really hard to change when all you want to do is be who you were born to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2814010/ I just finished packing the last box of my belongings for the second time in less than two months, and I’m looking around a room that I had finally started to like. 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Normally, I would have said freedom gave me more space, peace, and alone time, but lately things have changed drastically in my life. I have been spending nearly every day with Stephanie, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2813972/ Yesterday started out as the epitome of suck, but the night quickly turned into one of the greatest days of my life. I woke up to a text from my father saying that my mom agreed that he could spend the weekend with Bryan and me.  My immediate reaction was “what the hell?”. Since whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2813971/ I know, dear diary, that this may be hard to believe, but this evening I chose to get out of the house and go a little further than the three houses down to Stephanie’s place. No, Stephanie invited me to go eat pho with her and I wanted to try something new, so she told me about this little pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2813970/ I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I may have to do with the fact that today is my dad’s birthday, which means this evening would have been his celebration, but instead it’s an evening where I’m forced to have dinner with him at his new place. Bryan will be ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2813939/ I groaned at the sound of my alarm clock this morning. Mom said that Bryan and I had to come with her to grandmother’s house today. She and grandma were planning some sort of celebration for my dad on his birthday this year. Dad always worked, so I was unsure of when she expected him to be aro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2813734/ “So, who’s the fat girl?” Bryan blurted out as we all sat around the breakfast table in silence. I didn’t want to look up or respond, but I knew that if I remained silent, someone would ask the same question again (hopefully in a more respectful manner.) “Her name is S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2813722/ “Honey, are you going to be okay alone?” Mom has noticed me more so since we moved. I think mostly because of the excessive amounts of melodramatic moping I’ve been doing around the house. I don’t think she notices because she’s worrying about me, but because she finds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2813719/ Dearest Abigail, I am sitting on the cold, hardwood floor in my tiny bedroom that smells of musk and mothballs; if I didn’t know any better, I’d say this place was a hundred years old. Yes, I’m being melodramatic, so that you’ll laugh and not take me so seriously. I don&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2813718/ Waking up with Abigail in my arms was both rewarding and devastating at the exact same time. I closed my eyes and breathed her in like it was the last time I would ever be here. In the back of my mind, I felt that this relationship would never again exist the way it does at this moment. If Abigail w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2812737/ I know it's been a while since I've written last, but I didn’t want to waste any of my free time. I wanted to spend as much time as possible creating memories with Abigail.  Although, I think I’d have been better off spending my free time writing melancholy poetry. Time spent with A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2812736/ I know, I know... I left you hanging, dear diary, and in one of those breath-taking moments in the movie when you know that finally, the two best friends realize they were made to be so much more. You'll have to forgive me. Especially when you learn that on the day that I found my happiness, I lost .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2812735/ I woke this morning to sounds and smells of coffee brewing and bacon sizzling; Abigail undoubtedly knows how to ease the pain of an early morning. Coffee is my savior and bacon is my sin. However, I was unsure if either was the right antidote for this pounding headache and this weak feeling that I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2812734/ I had nearly forgotten how much of a nuisance an alarm clock can be for one that despises the break of dawn.  Fortunately for me, I wasn't the one that was going to endure the four and a half hour drive to Biloxi. However, I probably shouldn't have slammed my fist down so firmly onto the alarm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2812731/ It's summer vacation yet all I want to do is stay indoors, scribbling in this notebook. My mother thinks there is something wrong with me because I am the only fifteen year old in the world that wants to stick around the house all day. This is untrue, and I know this for a fact. I know this one guy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2812727/ Let's start off simply by saying, “if you are reading this and you aren't Tabitha Bay, then you obviously need to close this journal immediately! If you fail to do so, these poisonous pages will do to you what I am unable to do myself.” Now that we have that matter settled, I can begin t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2812726/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2812725/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2809900/ “If I were a god…”Angels would not beprisoners of this cruel world,but instead, my friendsIntelligent humans, yesThey would never have to guessThe answers all there Living off the landwould be seen as smart and right,not so primitive Actual punishments, siSo brutal villa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/2809899/ Avery worked hard, Tinkering on his sail boat. Dreams to sail the sea. Samantha waited. They would sail the Atlantic. Drift to the middle. After weeks of working, it was finally complete. His sweat would pay off. They lifted the sail. Thus beginning .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1740405/ Hello Samantha, you have a beautiful mind. Let me explore it. Let's travel the world. Paris, the land of romance. The Eiffel Tower. Kiss me, carefully. As dusk descends upon us. Kiss me til all light fades. Embrace me, tightly. Hold me close and don't let go. Forever ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1739724/ Laying in his arms, holding tight to his embrace. Felt safe and secure. Can you sing with all, the voices of the mountains. A melody, played. A smile across her face, the melody of his voice. A soothing comfort. She joined in with grace. Together the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1738244/ He would take her out, feed her, give her a few drinks. Spend hours talking. It didn't matter, topics of all different kinds. Discussing it all. There was this one night,uncontrollable laughter. Sam felt so happy. Store that moment, always.Bottle up the happin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1738217/ It had been twelve years, since seeing one another. That's when Avery called. They met up for drinks. Everything just seemed to flow, like time had not passed. Conversation, smilesand a lot of laughter, too. It just seemed to work. Sam finally foundwhat she ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1737886/ Beautiful, brown curlsEyes that one could not define. A soul, soothing smile. Her name, Samantha. Her heart, full of acceptance. Love, understanding.But there was just one, That captured heart, mind and soul. His name was Avery. The way that she felt,seemed so natu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1737323/ Your securitytrust, passion, and your friendship.Happiness, consumed. Your irritation,smiling at your annoyance.Every minute, loved. Never felt so right, this natural connection.Fits like a puzzle. I could eat you up, swallow you completely whole. Filled up to the brim... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1735968/ I stop and I stare, looking up as I ponder. Vivid thoughts of you. Palms begin to sweat, then my heart begins to race. Yet, there is this ache. When I see your face, it puts a smile on my own. You fill me with joy. Memories won't fade, no matter how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1735180/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1735171/ i see you watching, looking at me from afarcan you see the desire, burning in my retina?i feel a dampness between my legs, the aroma fills the room.you must know that i want you, sense it;you sway over with a sly smile across your face.i bite my bottom lip, trying to hold in a moan;but it doesn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1700674/ Vincent Vidalia   Life for an onion is not very exciting, you say? Not quite...VincentVidalia Onion has something to say about that.Setting: Harveys Grocery of Vidalia, Georgia. Produce section, far corner,where Vidalia onions are almost in season, but not quite...thus .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694293/  The morning after the party the clouds grew dark in Macht, the same clouds that flew outside the night that Star had been born.  Only these were clouds that Moon had created to warn the people of their inevitable doom.  Moon's picture suddenly appeared on every television screen that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694260/ During the same exact time, miles away in the Kingdom of the Zen Garden there was another young woman crowned queen and it just happened to be on her birthday as well.  That is right, today is Star's twenty first birthday and she's been chosen to take over the Zen Garden and lead them toward pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694248/ Today was Moon's twentieth birthday and it was also the day that she was going to be crowned queen.  Her mother's death two years earlier was too devastating for her to take the crown on her eighteenth birthday, she wouldn't dare replace her mother as if she were and had been nothing.  Her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694243/                                                       Wake up Bess, you lard a*s! It’s time for school and you can’t be late, not again.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694205/                                                     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694201/ Where the hell is that dumb dog? I went to feed him this morning and he wasn’t in his crate. I know no one let him out because he’s only in there because that w***e of a grandmother didn’t want him chasing away her cats, not that she would even notice considering she has over fifty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694200/ “Bess, we need to talk…” Well, that doesn’t sound good, at least not by the tone of his voice. I wonder what he’s up to or what he’s thinking. “Bess, I know that I said that I’d help you out but I only said that because I needed to buy some .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694197/ What do you mean you accidentally let it slip to Trevor that you were plotting revenge on your grandparents? Didn’t I tell you that it was best to keep this between the two of us? Well go on, what did he have to say about it?He what?!Wait, so Trevor not only agrees but he’s actually will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694194/ I always knew there was a dark side to you Bess, I really did. I just didn’t ever think you’d let her out but here you are, mapping out a plan to kill your grandparents. I have never been more excited in my life other than the time you tossed that b***h Candice in the dumpster; however, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694192/ You know the best thing about your grandpa being married, he spends most of his time sitting in his recliner and not giving two f***s about what you’re up to. His little wifey walks around and does everything for him but clean, that is. She’s sort of expecting you to do all the regular c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694146/ I see you decided that I was right, and grandpa’s house was your only option. I know that the sting of your mother’s lies is still there but together, we can work through it. I assure you but you must learn to listen to me the first time. I may be harsh Bess, but I’m always right.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694142/ My pages are soaked, and it has taken you two weeks to even open me again Bess, I was beginning to worry that you had been sucked into the dark side. Your face is red and puffy, snot running down your nose and your hands shaking too much for you to write…. what is happening? I was right,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694141/ Bess, I will never forgive you. Thanks to you, not only did your mother read our inner most thoughts-Wait, what?She touched me Bess, I need to be quarantined and so do you, now that you've touched me as well. Then again, you let her hug you and you are still alive so you must know something I don't?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694140/ Wake up Bess, it's time for school. I wonder what everyone is going to say about your birthday bash...I am sure by now the entire school knows of its disastrous turn out. Who is that at the end of your driveway? Is that Sissy...what the heck is she doing here?I guess your party wasn't a total b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694138/ Having my mom back and seeing the changes in her life is incredible. I know that with faith anything is possible. I am starting to learn that with acceptance, understanding and forgiveness you have the ability to find love and to protect it from anything...Forgiveness is weakness. Weakness is i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694137/ I can see you in the front yard playing fetch with Poopi, laughing with both your mother and Trevor whilst I am left to fend for myself.  I can't believe you would be willing to treat your best friend with such hatred! After all, you are apparently now the Queen of forgiveness and yet here I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694134/ Who taught you about forgiveness Bess? Trevor, really? I knew he was bad news from the moment he first spoke to you. We need to plot a way to rid of him because some people in this world don't deserve forgiveness. You'd be a fool to think so!Oh really, Bess? You spent all last night listening to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daisymoon1987/1694133/