http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ghostwriter97 The original writings of author Shelbie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123321 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wake up the morning after being shot, my leg is still inpain. I am in agony. Not only is my leg throbbing with pain but I also have amassive headache. I’m not sure why I have a headache. My stomach startsgrowling. I’m not necessarily sure the last time I ate. I rub my eyes an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720748/ Adjusting to living in Hartwell was fairly easy, especiallybecause of my only friend. Jonathan asked my mother if we could go out to thewoods. The reason my mother reluctantly said yes was, one that everyone thoughtthe forest was bad and two Jonathan was convincing. He reassured my mother .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720745/ I fall asleep immediately after Agnes closes the door. Idream about a fire but that is all I can remember because I wake up. I’m notsure if it is just a dream because it feels so real. I’m hot and sweaty. Ican’t sleep after having that weird dream. The room is dark but th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720744/ The search to find out who I was when I stumbled out of theforest continued. After searching all of Hartwell to figure out what was goingon, Eleanora decided we would go to another town. I was shocked that she saidit. I thought that after going out each morning to the market to ask travele.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720741/ Agnes returns with bandages and clothing. I am so gratefulshe is here to help me. I can recognize that she is a sweet, kind, caringwoman. She is so cute and tiny I want to take her home. I know she will getalong with my mother. “What’s your name dear?” “My names Jul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720740/ I woke up the morning after I had been lost in the forest, dreamingabout the woman in white. She was talking to me but I still could not tell whatshe was saying to me. It had become a reoccurring dream of mine. I lookedaround and remembered that I was in Eleanora's house, in her bed. I was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720738/ After my wonderful conversation in the middle of the road.The guards help me to the outside of the castle gates. I am finally let inafter the gate keeper opens them. Just beyond the gates is a bridge thatcrosses over water. The water runs along the front of the castle and leads offinto t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720737/ When I woke the next morning, after having spent my secondofficial night in the forest, I jumped up and immediately put my cape on. I wasjust a lost child that still did not know who she was. Yet I was ready to...To.... Find something. I was not sure what I would find, but I was optimistic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720735/ I am laying on the ground for what seems like a lifetime,then prince yells, "Why did you ruin my shot?" I am now furious. Heshouldn't be chasing wild animals out of the forest and through the village.Someone important can get hurt. He and I both know I am not that importantperson. "Why d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720733/ The last time I could remember being this lost was the onlyother time I had been this lost. This past time was more physically lost thenjust lost for words. For I actually was not sure where I was. I woke up to findmyself deep within the woods. I knew that much and only that. Nothing else... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720712/ In the background, I can see vicious, bulky, ugly, guards thatrunning out of the forest and into the sunlight. They are shouting, somethinginaudible, too far in the distance for me care about what they have to say.They are looking for someone. Someone who has blonde hair, blue eyes, a lank.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720710/ Lifewas about what you could do and what you can't, whom you could see and whom youcan't, where you could go and where you can't, but I never listen. How can welive in a limitless world with so many limits?  Iam out for adventure and freedom. I guess you can say I found it. Bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720708/ Juliet lives in a small village with big dreams for adventure. But she finds much more than an adventure, when she comes to face her long forgotten past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghostwriter97/1720701/