http://slow.writerscafe.org/remijay The original writings of author Haunted Doll en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015497 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The one whom I've bent over backwards to please....Is finally mine....but not in the physical senseMay the heavens take pity on my brief state of idiocyFor agreeing to such terms http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/remijay/2126674/ The coldest night of all is here once again....The night after All Hallows' Eve.A night of a million flickering candles,dancing beneath the inky sky.Where the stars step back and give our candles the chance to fill the night.The dark and lonely ground,Lay sprawled before us.The trees transform into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/remijay/1972841/ We've all had this dream at one point (-__-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/remijay/1970518/ It's so funny that I'm fighting my hardest battle to breathe in... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/remijay/1913270/ The minute I laid my eyes upon 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tomorrow...Whatever you've done to me has no excuses to blanket it....You were cruel, snide and deceitful.Everyday was met with disgusting jokes...And comments that were unwarranted.For your viewing pleasure...I was made a fool of regularly.For your p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/remijay/1853085/ The sky she cried bitterly this night....Her tears washed away a million flickering flames.The sky thundered with ear piercing roars....Her bellows of rage warned of the brewing storm.The sky she was electrified this night....She lit up the night with the blinding wrath of lightning.The trees were m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/remijay/1848055/ The sins of the flesh....Shall determine the course of the soul.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/remijay/1847297/ A face filled with demons...Oozing bitterness at the slightest provocation...A trail of dead scaly skin she leaves behind...Cheeks as red and rosy as if they were freshly bruised....Pores like opened books for the 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wheel with unshakable force....Although the car was at a complete standstillHe stares into her face fiercelyHoping to read her expressionsThe look of def.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/remijay/1846967/ Why is everyone always unfair to us?Why do we always become the butt of other people's nasty jokes?We're neither here nor there....Why do people always do unto us, wicked and deceitful acts?Why do people always take advantage of us?What have I ever done to you??Why does my existence irk you so much?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/remijay/1846960/ Her darkness is where evil dwellsThat which can rob the life force from another so easily...That which contains the power to drive you out of your own house and into the night...It sees and hears the negativity that you project..It pools this negative flow of energy and uses it to grow strongerDo no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/remijay/1846941/ A silent watcherOf the still and tranquil nightA cold rush of air surges 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