http://slow.writerscafe.org/Grace_abbott_ The original writings of author Grace en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004712 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 1. She often calls my name, my drunken mother. While I curl up into my bed sheets, the crisp, cold freshness of them tingling my spine. I shut my eyes tight, pray that she stops shouting me. Footsteps in the dark, becoming clearer to my ears, her bedroom door shuts. I sleep.2. It's just one drin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grace_abbott_/1730621/ 23:07, this is the time of night when most people say goodnight to their loved ones, and fall into their crisp covers, and sleep, happy and content. For others this time of night is lonely and silent. It's the time where every worry, problem, thought, comes rushing at you at millions miles per hou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grace_abbott_/1729286/ I find the early morning rain and car headlights look so beautiful together. It's amazing how something so deadly or strange can look so beautiful. I don't think humans appreciate natural beauty, no one realises that nothing has to be perfect to be pleasing to the eye. Most people will get up in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grace_abbott_/1729178/ This book is purely some short and long excerpts. They are based on the simple things in life, how creative, curious minds explore the wonders of life. Love, passion, death, anger, explore deeply. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grace_abbott_/1729173/