http://slow.writerscafe.org/Alice14 The original writings of author Alice14 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102956 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Grandpa was my best friend and the closest I had to a Father, we spent endless hours sitting by the fireplace in his bedroom, drinking as we shared stories and a bottle of whiskey, until he would ultimately drift into a drunken slumber. Now I sit in his armchair alone, memorising this room for the l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/2900366/ Short story, set in Victorian Era http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/2878409/ Theme: Waves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/2878408/ Silent,No movement,No signs of life.Boom.Look around nervously,Nothing.A rustling in the bushes near by,Checking if anyone is there,A hand shoots out and grabs you,Two beady eyes keep you frozen.The hands disappear,Step back.Another hand.More beady eyes.Another step back... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1807740/ Unable to be mended;Like a harp with no strings,Like a life with no people,Like a bone without ligaments,Like a love with no soulmate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1807739/ We come into this world,We live for no reason,Changing nothing,Get used to it.Some have money,Others don't even have a home,Get used to it.We can't change the world,Not with all the selfishness,Get used to it.We're stuck,Useless,Put on this planet for no reason,Trained to g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1807736/ Is life really over when you end it?You could turn into a spirit-Haunt the people who ended your life,Or began it.You're only human if you want revenge.The world is beautiful in many aspects,But it can also be like hell,People being like its demons.Some people look at the world,Oth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1807733/ My life is falling down like the petals off of a rose,Once beautiful and forever changing.But then it dies.You can't do anything with it but throw it away.You can throw away lives aswel;Off of cliffs, mountains, ledges.Or you can make them sink.So many ways.You can't show true braver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1807731/ There's nothing there,But I sense that there is,Someone watching me,Following me,Lurking behind me,Or infront that I just can't see.I screamed,I regret it now.Hands, teeth, eyes,Follow my every;Move, look, stance-They want to kill me."No they don't"- Voices inside my head... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1807729/ Alone.I look around for a sign of life,Nothing.Stumbling off of the fallen, rotting rock I walk around,Still searching for movement.Then it happens;Hands grab me from behind,Pulling me into the bushes alongside them, Hiding me.Happened so quickly...It's over now and I'm siting in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1807726/ What's the point in trying?We'll just end up dying,In the bottomOf an endless pit of sorrow and despair.All I need is some air,I'm starting to pull out my hair;With frustrationI'm starting to understand the dehydrationThe eye captioning conceptionOf what life is.Be born, Spend .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1807724/ Lost,Forgotten in a wood,Sweat makes your collar cling to your neck,Sun rays burn your bare arms.You hear someone call your name,A name that has not been used in a year,You were left,Alone, Forgotten in a wood.No one wanted you,So they left you.The whistling of the trees escape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1807722/ We've all got to take the plunge, We've all got to grow up and be mature sometimes and maybe that's not a good thing. We worry too much about what others will see when they look at us, If our secrets appear when people look at us. We're constantly worried about what others are seeing, What.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1797122/ I don't think people really change, We're always going to be that child underneath,We're always going to still look a little like before, We'll never fully change. You can look in someone's eye and see their inner beauty, The part that never changes, If you look deep enough you'll see th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1797110/ You're suddenly aware of his gentle, caring fingers; gliding up your bare, pale back; as he carefully pulls you in for a firing embrace. Your body becomes liquid in his arms and you can't feel anyone, or anything, else but his lips touching yours; quick and hard, yet soft at the same time, your body.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1791186/ i could've been there...I could've helped....I could've stopped her....Instead i wasn't....I was enjoying myself talking to Alex....I had no clue....She could've died....She was trying to...Trying not to breathe whilst grabbing her throat....It didn't work...I'm happy...She's not...She wants to go.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1750944/ Lost.They don't remember me 'cos i'm just an unwritten tale.They don't need to remember.They don't want to.I wasn't good.But I wasn't bad either.I have changed though.I know that now.It's not clear to others.Not even me.But sometimes I feel different.I've came so far.I've deleted so much.But I can't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1746569/ Tangled trees, representing me,Millions of roads, not knowing which path to take,Strong winds, fighting on which way to blow,Beautiful green grass, standing out in this ugly scene,Shapeless skies, big and empty.Me.Standing in the middle of this beautiful, yet simple, scene.Wreck it, don't I?Wish I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1733517/ I'm alone in a room, I think. It's dark and I'm sitting on something hard.I can hear whispering around me."Who's there?" I whisper back. No reply.I'm alone...I curl up in a ball and start to scream.So much anger and heartbreak...What's happening to me? What am I becoming?I feel a tear through my che.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1732912/ Seems real, doesn't it?Seems real when someone says "I love you"Seems real when someone says "I need help"Seems real when someone says "I hate you"Seems real when someone says "you lier"Their face is lying, The words are real though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1703983/ She says "it's the onion" but she's lying,She says "it's just rain" but she's lying,She says "it's fine" but she's lying,She says "it's just school" but she's lying,She says "Help me" she's not lying,She needs help but says "it's nothing, don't worry"She needs help but says"don't waste your time on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1703975/ Everyday I wish,Everyday I Talk,Everyday I write,Everyday I think,about you,and what we had.It was perfect.Now it's gone,Now i'm alone,Now i'm going,Goodbye, again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1703482/ CHAPTER 1"What happened? Calm down." I ask my phone. It's stormy outside so I have to wait a while for a response that I can hear and most importantly, understand. Suddenly, I hear Katy say: "I got home and George was lying on the livingroom carpet, surrounded by blood!""Oh my gosh! What happened?" .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1702433/ I have wrote an update on this and have changed it and added more into it but it's at school so I will post it when I have it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1702064/ I wrote this in a detention. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1702054/ Chapter 1Mr.Gill was walking down the cold, damp street when he heard a woman screaming. He ran as fast as he found humanly possible and in his astonishment it was his best friend, and companion, mrs.Gill. What had happened to her? He examined the body closer and he realised that she had b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice14/1699840/