http://slow.writerscafe.org/Desteny The original writings of author Bloggergirl29 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776344052 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 But in the dark I see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/2024957/ Losing friends is like picking the dead petals off a flower, you are just getting rid of what is making your life ugly, but they're still a part of you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/2024953/ I have been asked this many times and in short..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/2024279/ A bright morning sun rise kissed his smiling face, with a honey glow morning no other could compare. A smirk crept upon my face as boldness evaded me, "Do you l..." As soon as had appeared, my strength retreated. Looking back to face the now curious expression grasping him. 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I don't get a lot of sleep usually, like the bear minimum which is suckish at times because I simply wish to lose consciousness, most of the time not to sleep just because I am tired, I mean I'm tired but the kind you can't sleep away. I do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1987353/ Journal entry: Mischief Mandel 12/5/23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1985395/ what makes me absolutely livid is following a death everybody says they are sorry or I am sorry for your loss, because first of all you are not sorry you won't stay up tonight or many nights moving forward thinking about them, you are essentially saying "Your grief is visible, so I wish you the best.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1974535/ “Alison, having had been only seventeen, and a worm, didn't know fully the extent of her problems, nor would she until it was too late. Pretty grizzly huh?” Frankie said, now in her normal voice. We all looked confused at her, not quite understanding what this story was going to bring, o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1963979/ *Each chapter is a page* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1963977/ The mistress of my thought comes swiftly, flowing in an opaque grey silk; she dances across my thoughts, balancing on words gracefully. The thoughts a rickety bridge made stable by her presence she comes to me uttering but one word: sleep. My eyes follow her elegantly placed movements my eyes becomi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1963116/ Never before have eyes seemed so dim, a heart so faint. Nobody could've felt how cold to the touch she was, how her soft skin became stiff, tough, her expression cryptic. 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I personally stopped bringing home the slips to order them, went so far as to exclude all traces that the infamous "picture day" was nearing, or had happened. Every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1963073/ She never looked so small as when she sitting on my bushy couch after she told me the story she'd hid all of her life. Tamara, a thin caring woman, twenty-eight and almost half my height was the utmost amount of perfect, making any one word seem like it simply wasn't enough. I never felt anything wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1920542/ "It's okay, it'll be okay!" she pleaded grasping my arm as if it were her own. It sounded, by the way she said it, that she was trying to convince herself more than anything. I didn't truly know why, but I was ready to leave, to push her away and disappear, for some reason I didn't care she felt bad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1899145/ I stood silently not really knowing what to say besides the obvious," I am sorry for your loss." Those words didn't seem to float right off my tongue, instead, it clung to the back of my throat leaving my face blank and my voice too soft to hear   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1899144/ Keep in mind I respect everyone whom the pledge stands for and all the men and women who have lost their lives for our freedom, this was simply a school assignment which I felt should be put out there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1897897/ (Imagine, you are in my audience as I perform my spoken poem)A letter to a past love,I Know we don't talk and that was on me I hurt you for not loving me long enough, if at all. You seemed happy, but like me in every other relationship I have been in, it faded. Except with you, it wasn't gradually, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1897839/ Dear Future me,I know we don't always like what each other do and sometimes it gets dark, but we are beautiful. Mirrors only show what is on the outside, twisting what we see. It isn't easy and not going to lie that probably won't change but we'll grow up,  change ourselves, soon that mirror wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1897440/ Sylvia, our eldest surviving relative, who was at our family reunion. Leaving only last week gave us many reasons to want for their not to be another. After her long-lived stay I went to replace the sheets of the guest room, when finished I realized she'd left something, a ring, beautiful with an ov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1895135/ Happy Birthday to me is like a congratulation Maybe only to me is it like implying "Congrats you failed another year, you're still here..."Or compensating for "lost" time, it wasn't lost, you left, I can't enjoy a party without my anxiety telling me " Everyone will leave, You shouldn't have com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1887116/ WhyI thought I was happy, what if I can't beIs it her, me?"Am I a good person"Wow I asked this to one of my friends, a past ex. I am an idiot. I loved her until I was with her. Is it the chase? But I didn't like chasing her I liked knowing she liked me and I liked her. Tomorrow will be dep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1887115/ Ugly apple,Why are you on the ground? I'll pick you up, we can be best friends. Mom says you aren't perfect but that's okay. she says that about daddy too. Well she used to I don't remember what happened to him but mommy said he is happy now with god. I have never met god Tommy Builer told me he isn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1866998/ Dina never really understood her powers, not the way her Jarnic wanted her to. It seemed to her that she could never truly embrace the craft as he had. Jarnic or Jar for short meant her priced embalmer, he watched her since she was a child, until he was captured and given to the highest bidder, even.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1866995/ White board, flowers, beep, beep, beep well this is s****y way to wake up after aparently a ten-year coma, which by the way felt like but a brisk nap. On that ever smudged marker board my name evidently written quite hastily by an idiotic nurse no doubt. The flowers an arrangement of dead and discou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1866994/ “Alison, having, had been only seventeen didn't know fully the extent of her problems, nor would she until it was too late. Pretty grizzly huh?” Frankie said, now in her normal voice. We all looked confused at her, not quite understanding what this story was going to bring, or even why i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1866990/ No matter the cause, rhyme, or reason I will always be here. Which is actually why I am hanging off a cliff right now. You'd think this should be really confusing but it isn't, I understand perfectly if you would like to understand stay reading. I am James Corbony I am twenty-three and completely in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1866989/ Start typing… This seems easy enoughWait what do I type? What do I like?Is it supposed to be a paragraphWhat sentence structureOh I don't even have a topic   Okay back to it then*taps pencil until gets annoyed by self*HmmmmI could write about all the homework I haveOr glob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1866988/ I am a dear relative whom you may not have heard about, I've just learned of your existence. Surprise eh? Well as I have come to understand you are the son of my daughter is it an extraordinary thing to find you are a grandparent when you didn't know for twenty years. I am 58 as far as you are conce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1866672/ Hello, my name is Averin. I am 17 years old and I have forgotten everything. 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It isn't exactly like my brain is trying to tell me that i am t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1861358/ It wasn't just a bad day I'd planned to end it all and I didn't want anyone to get too close as too hurt them anymoreYou dont date someone for a day then brake ipIts f*****g stupidThanks I know I amYou don't know what's going on with me so If you'd ask my side of it you might learn somethingYeah but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1823989/ I smile but I'm a "Are you okay?" or, "you look tired have you gotten sleep?" away from bawling. The music doesn't help anymore, neither does she. She was my life, my entire life, now we are strangers. one more problem. I can't help but think she was the tape holding me together, but now? 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Instead most say "I hope that kid is going somewhere    else." That is where my story starts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1762836/ -I bet right about now you are ready to see what the note says so was I but here is where things are about to get weird..... I began to unfold the note.. at last. I saw Jamon's eyes fixed on my hands as they began to open what we'd been distracted by all day. (I assumed he was also distracted by th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desteny/1758823/ After three more class periods it was time for me to walk home. Finally, I could read the note without being as paranoid as my parents.... or Jamon. I had just gotten out the door when someone gripped my arm and pulled me into an empty space between two walls. 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