http://slow.writerscafe.org/ShannonRawlins The original writings of author DayDreamer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997353 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This short story is based on my first experience of heartbreak. It's the first time I've written something so personal so I'm tentative, but please let me know what you think, feedback is appreciated! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShannonRawlins/2087613/ A short story about infidelity, trust and the parasitical nature of human beings [please note: strong language] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShannonRawlins/1947039/ Prim, proper, proud prudesThat's what we English are.Hard to define, easy to spotWe judge, we mock, we roll our eyesAnd try our very hardest to beMiddle class.Red buses, red telephone boxesAnd red peeling faces afterLess than a day in the sun.The Americans love the accentBut we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShannonRawlins/1794816/ Everyone in this goddamn schoolIs striving for the same thing,Coping with essays, facts and figures.Slave away, say 'everything's fine'Long for big salaries, bigger house, nice wine.Everyone the same:Wear the uniform,Put on a smile,Sit the exam, get the grade,Move on.But ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShannonRawlins/1705760/ Staring disapprovingly, the blank prison walls swallow her whole and spit her out, over and over, until there is almost nothing left. A lock of matted, mushroom-coloured hair falls into her face; she brushes it back with one hand. It slips over one eye. Screaming in frustration, she entwines he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShannonRawlins/1697625/ Public embarrassment Is my worst fear.Face red as a ripening beetroot,And words coming out as unintelligible stutters.It's inevitable unfortunately,Something we all have to face one dayThough we all hope we never do.Why did I say that?How could I do that?The sound of mocking laug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShannonRawlins/1696789/ Sometimes I just want to leave this town,Find somewhere biggerSomewhere betterSomewhere I can chase my dreamsUntil they're right in the palm of my hand.I'm edgy, tense, nervy,Sick of the sameness I'm shrouded in.London is where I need to be,So I can be more than what I already am... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShannonRawlins/1696782/