http://slow.writerscafe.org/guerrier_fallen The original writings of author chris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007367 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 you pretend you know me, but we both know you don't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1815038/ he was not made for thishe was not made for thishe was not made for thisi told you, he was not made for thishe was not made for these brutal gameshe was not made to be your knight in shining armorhe was not made to do what you wantedhe was made to be a kingto ruleto be admired.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1803266/ "Where am I?""No idea. You could be anywhere. Maybe you're in the house you grew up in as a child, maybe you're sitting in a field of flowers, maybe you're sitting next to me and we're watching a movie. It's not a movie, though. It's just people dying in front of us.""... What?""Gah! You're dead. I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1778577/ i can not love youi can not love youi can not love youmy head is spinningi can not love youi can not love youi can not love youafter all these years, you tell mei can not love youi can not love youi can not love youafter all those years, you held my handbut, still, you sayi can not love youi'm sorry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1776050/ (work in progress) all rights reserved, do not steal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1775230/ I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER YOURPETTY EXCUSES ANDINSINCERE APOLOGIESPLEASE TRY AGAIN WHEN YOUACTUALLY FEEL SOMETHING FOR ME http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1773232/ i was the moonand you were the suni tried to get your attentionand i found someyou looked at meand your light reflected off of my surfacein that moment you decided i was too bright, i was sore on the eyesand so you turned away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1770405/ every morning he says "hello, love"while ruffling my hair with a wide grin on his facehe wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me inand i knit my hands into his jumper, pulling him closerdesperate, needing his touchand he knowsand so we stand theresoon, he pulls a wayhis grin swapped for a con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1768786/ the white noise that comes with the downpourcomforts mein my times of needand so selfishly i welcome iteven if it drowns the others http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1765327/ name: crowage: 18hometown: unknowncurrent residence: new orleans, louisianaoccupation: shop ownersiblings: nicole, his twin sister.height: 6"weight: 170lbseye color: bluehair color: brownglasses or contact lenses?: glasses, mostly.habits: tapping on things, pulling on his clothes, pacing, rubbing hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1765301/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1765292/ pushing past the people in my wayhoping to hear the sound of your breathas it leaves your lipsso i could follow it home to youbut you don't want methis place is quietso i am pushing past these peopleand praying you take pity on my pathetic withering heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1757389/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1756117/ this city is so prettyfilled with flickering lights andignorant childrenskipping down the cracked pavementthis city is so prettywith cigarette smoke andpale facesstaring out of dirty windowsthis city is so prettyburied in garbage andcalloused handsstrumming on the cornerthis city is so prettythis ci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1754011/ i want you to remain by my sidebut i fear you do not want me by yoursso i will depart and hope that next we meetwe can at least be more than strangers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1752080/ she was beautifulin every senseand it broke my heartto see themtake advantage of herand it broke my heartto watch from afaras the light thatshone in her eyesso brightlydimmedand i wantednothing morethan to put thatlightback againbut i couldn'tget close enoughto do anything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1750501/ he played untilhis fingerswere sore andsplitting openand told himselfhe wasn'twasting his lifestuck inthis dark placehe toldhimself this placewas homebut this placewas onlya waste ofhis time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1749488/ i'm lonely andbitter anda complete messbut who saysmesses can't bebeautiful? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1749188/ "i went to visit you yesterday and a nurse stopped me before i could open the door and whispered 'i'm so sorry'. i didn't know why, until i stepped into the room." she lifted the bottle to her slips and took a sip. "you're in a coma, peter. have been, since they found you three weeks ago. your face.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1749183/ this one is a work in progress, may be edited in the future http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1749171/ all rights reserved http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1748582/ "i went..." she placed her phone on the cushion next to her and reached towards the table, grasping onto a glass of water. she took a sip, sighed, and placed it back. "i went, peter. i went to the hospital. i walked through the door and straight to the desk, i asked to see you, and they said 'sorry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1747999/ the sound of pen against paper emits. a sigh escapes her lips. "your mother has been calling me... a lot. and i... i don't... i can't answer, peter. i..." she places the pen down and props her head up with her hand. "i want to, peter. i want to give her some comfort, but i don't... i don't want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1747721/ stomach churningheart hammeringlike waves against the rocky shoremakes you sickbeyond disgustedwhat are you feeling this foranyway?you want to turn awaybut your eyes are gluedto the cliff standing highabove you and you wonderwhysuddenlyyou are looking upinstead of downand ohthat's rightyou slipped http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1747208/ "hi, peter. it's... it's two thirty in the morning and i... i'm..." she sighs, reaching up to push a strand of blonde hair from her face. when she feels her eyes begin to water she bites her lip, sucking in a deep breath. "i've been listening to music a lot, lately. do you... do you remember little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1747191/ "i was... that night, i was sitting on the window seat. i was wearing your- your sweater and i...god, peter. i was waiting up, i was waiting for you to come home. i saw a car pull up to our house and i saw your mother burst out with tears streaming down her face and god, i was terrified. you should.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746652/ "do you... do you remember that night? what they did to you? god, i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry for what they did to you. i love you. i love you so much and i-" her lips quivered and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. "do you think... do you think i could visit you? i just want to see you. i just wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746624/ "come back, peter. come back. please come back."voicemail sent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746619/ "... peter, i love you. please wake up. please answer the phone. please, peter. i need you to come home. i need you. i love you." a strangled cry emitted from her throat as she crumpled to the floor. "i am so sorry. i am so, so sorry, peter. what they did to you, i- i hate them, peter. i hate them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746616/ "morning, peter..." a muffled sob escaped her lips. she slid to the floor, bringing her knees to her chest and leaning her head back against the white wall behind her. tears streaked down her face. "peter, i love you. i love you so much. i'm so sorry, peter. please come back. please, please come ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746613/ this book may contain triggering content. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746608/ your hair was a wreck andyou smelled of cigarette smokeand so i reached out topush your hair from your eyesyou turned awaywhen my fingertipstouched your cheekand i thought to myself'what a beautiful mess'-there haven't beencards in my bagfor days, nowand i'm startingto thinkit was youputting th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746565/ your hair was a wreck andyou reached of cigarette smokeand so i reached out topush your hair from your eyesyou turned awaywhen my fingertipstouched your cheekand i thought to myself'what a beautiful mess'-there haven't beencards in my bagfor days, nowand i'm startingto thinkit was youputti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746563/ i didn't leave you a newindex card that dayand you definitely noticedi noticed, tooit felt odd not to reach downand place it in your bagit felt oddto watch you stare into the zipperwith a look of disbelief and lossmixed into your featuresi guess the cardswere a part of us-you didn'tturn to lookat me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746560/ you walked into the classroom(clearly hungover)(the sunglasses were a dead giveaway)and shuffled over to your seatand you laid your head down in your arms,ignoring everything the teacher saidand when the teacher finished talkingi turned around to askwhat was wrongand was surprised to see yousit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746558/ i saw you at johnson's party last nighti watched you kiss him outsideand i know you were(probably)drunkbutitstillhurtlikeh e l l http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1746556/ your gaze flitted from my eyesto my cheeksto my lipsand backand all i could dowas whisperthat samequestioni askedwhen you weresleepingall that timeagoand i watched youas you openedyour mouth to speakand the teacheryelled for meto turn backaroundand after thati left the roomwithout looking backbecaus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1744874/ "good morning"i stared into your eyesbefore bolting upright,pushing back my hairand you laughed andreached out to fix itand i stared at all ofthe freckles dottingyour face and eventhough it might bewrong, i thought ofleaning down towardsyou to close up thissmall space and letmy lips meet yoursbut i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1744574/ i turned to face you andi watched your face as you sleptfor a few seconds andi stretched my hand out topush a strand of hair from your eyeswhen they fluttered openand i whispered"good morning" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1744573/ today i sat next to youon the bleachersand our legs were touchingand every time we made eye contactyou would blushand i didn't have a cluewhat was going on in the fieldbecause when i put my hand downit landed on top of yoursand you didn't pull awayinstead you held on andlooked the other way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1744572/ you look so peacefulwhen you sleepas if the worldhas been lifted fromyour shouldersand i begin to wonderif maybeit's youmaking these cardsfor mei wonderif you stay up all nightdrawingjust to see me smilethat's silly, thoughisn't it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1744528/ i bought myselfcopic markers(they're very expensive- in my opinion)and i took an index cardand i drew yousitting at the lunch tablewith your earbuds in your earsand your eyes closedi was going to use these(very expensive)markers to color you inbut i didn't because(i think)black and whitesuits your p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1744518/ "i'm feelin' electric tonightcruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99got my bad baby by my heavenly sidei know if i go, i'll die happy tonight"i rest my head on my bedroom windowlistening to lana del reythinking about how i neverunderstood why peopleliked her musicor why you, of all people,a stranger,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1744373/ there is a boxbelow my bedwhere i keepa cameraand a small boxfilled with filmand i'm saving thatcamera and that filmfor the memorieswe might maketogether and thedreams we might makecome true http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1744370/ i look behind me andpeer down at your sleeping face andi lean towards you and whisper"to what extent do you shape your own destiny?"a girl gives me a questioning glance and i begin to wonderwhy i am asking you, of all peoplesuch a meaningful questiondespite the fact that you are asleepand proba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1744366/ i like drawing on the backs of index cardsand i likeslipping them them intothe front zipper of your backpackwhen you aren't lookingand i likewatching you smileas you pull one outand begin writing quotesand i likehearing you whisper"if only i knew who you were"while i drift off to sleep behind y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1744347/ i was so sure that if i could change who i was inside it would just go away and you would look to me and say "that's who i want to be with" but instead you said "i liked the real you better" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1743926/ she sleeps beneath the surfaceconsorting with the serpentsshe strikes without a purposeclose your eyeshold me closetell me it's not truedeceptively beautifulyou're here for mei'm here for youtell me it's not truei gave her my heart, she didn't want ittook it anyway and put a dark spell on itsince th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1742682/ i can't forget http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1739119/ let us talk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/guerrier_fallen/1739113/