http://slow.writerscafe.org/puffz The original writings of author puffz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776170428 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i played this gamethen finally quitthis gamemainly because the leader was badand his life was worse than yourssick wifefixing house3 acres of land to take care ofreading textbooks weekly80+ hours of worki suffer more than youyou have no excuse"let me call you out on your bullshit"kicked from group"y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/2022229/ i describe myself as a good personbut i catch myself being more of a s****y onethe other day an old man was returning library books in the book slothe ended up dropping all the books on the groundi saw this and i thought someone should help himbut i'm so farseconds latera teenager and her mothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/2022033/ will you read my writingeven if there is no storyno similiesno metaphorsno rhymeswill you read my writingeven if the tree just means a treeand any symbolism foundis from your imaginationnot minewill you read my writingthat never had a pointjust diarrhea through fingertipsirritable bowel syndromeof t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1790648/ You've changed so muchAnd bruises never leave permanent marksDaddy,You,Broke crab legs for the eldersate none yourselfYou dyed my mother's hair and mineavoided touching the eardye stains were bright orangeWon't come off without hard scrubbingyou said.AndAlthough we never hugI dreamt it,with you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702898/ A one meter rulerslappedon top,of my bruised calves.He stoppedwhen it broke.He raised his right hand,I flinched before it struck.Closed my eyes.Does he love her?My uncle asked my mom.I put my headbetween my knees.Can everyone tell? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702897/ My father whistles songshe can't sing alongin English.He whistles Korean folk songs,his mother sung to him.He whistles, noddingto his own beat.Pursed lips curled tongueHe blows out airharmful to the bodyIt leaves hot, not angrysteady.It flavors the air,easy on my ears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702895/ I took a couple strands of my hairand from root to tip.I felt for smoothnessand pulled them if they weren't.My parents sometimes,did not talk to each other.I pulled strands,by the pore,one by one.the snap deafenedthe silence.The pillow beside me,meshed ofcobweb black.I gathered it,rolled it,thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702894/ From the day my brothercan walk,he sits onmy father's lapwhile father drovehis brown work van.With the best seat in the van,Daniel easily sees over the wheel.His hand placedbelow my father's,they steer.How easyhe thinks.Now my father,drives passed the school,three blocks further down.Parks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702892/ My familiy livedon the third floor,in a brick-red buildingon Roosevelt Avenue.We made enough moneyto payfor a one bedroom.My brother and I shared it.The green sofa splitthe living room into twoprovided an extra bedroom.blue and white blankets unfolded,kept my parents from sleeping on the bare f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702890/ I met Joein Brooklyn Technical High School.He was tall,thin,bleach blond hair,and long bangshe chewed onor curled behind his ear.He worebig pants,loud yellow anorak.Small hoops piercedeach ear.boys reached for in fightsgirls wished to whisperin.My parents met himonce.I invited him to church.They cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702887/ In junior high,Paul,misses 2 weeks of class.All his friends,including me,visit his hospital.No more sugar.Strict diet.I'm diabetiche says.We give himflowers and bearsHe shows us his needles.His momreaches inher red pocket book,pulls out a twenty.Go eatshe says.We run downstairsto the hospital c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702884/ It's Sunday,Fall, with cool breeze.Dad comes home left soccer earlyfor the weddingwe look at the timeask, where's mom?she strolls inthirty minutes lateHair done in a bunblack glossy opaqueHad it been dark,I'd get lost in them.He glares at hershe smiles,he bites his tongue,asks her to hurry.She .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702883/ Late august,sunshine thatcreate floatersin my eyes,transparent blue waters.In Miami,few daysbefore school starts,just what the doctor ordered.I lay on white beach towels the hotel provided.Flipped every 20 minutesFront, then back,so the sun reachedmy toesand in-between.my skin palewith tin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702882/ 165lbs for a 5 foot 4 girlnot many wanted to share their lunchwith memy best friend. high,slipped,called me elephantgirls never wanted to be seen around meGo away, they saidI was a tomboy anywayhad too many boysthat were friendsnonethat wanted to be my boyfriendnot that I wanted them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702868/ She turns the cereal box,reads the nutrition label,skips the skim milk.Pours out a bowl,just adds water.She stuffs her feet into 5 1/2 sized sneakers,because someone once said,your feet are so small,that's cute.She runs five milesthen comes home paints her,bruised toes.She stares, nak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702867/ I count calories,read nutrition facts,skip dinner becauseI ate too much yesterday.I'm satisfied onlywhen, my stomach feelsunsatisfied.My hipbone-stretches skin.They protrude out.It hurts to lie on my side.The hollow of my neckdeep,Fish would drown in them.Layers of fatvisible,only to my eyes.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702863/ He came in the middle of my classto give me a single long-stemmed rosethornfreeHe called my best friendsthrew me my first birthday partyunlimited sushi and karaokemy first valentine,pinkin the middle filet mignonraspberry sorbetthat cleansed my palletwine and tiramisu toppedwith a blockbuster nightH.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702861/ Untouchablegirls used to call you5'10Koreantypicaldark brown eyesWe met at a crossroad,Northern Blvd's intersection.When our van crashed,I ran outbarefoot.You ran back in,bought back my sandals.We became close friends,not the type that held hands.Still,you sang me songslooked into my eyeseven w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702859/ My old churchhad no white steeplesnor any crosses on top.Instead,warehouse red bricked wallsempty flat roofed top.I played tag between street carsavoided It and local traffic.Touch footballand handball,pegged by blue rubber balls.I spent most my time with boy friends,Not boyfriends.I wore puffy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702855/ chap book of poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702849/ job. this random project. job search. wow. battlenet chat. facebook. steam games sale. grapefruit. garbage on my desk. missing fat cat.i'm too bored to keep listing more.I wish I had some adderall.What should I work on right now?  I check the timer to my work… 7 minutes left whew.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/puffz/1702230/