http://slow.writerscafe.org/qwillett607 The original writings of author Quinn W en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190341 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There are things about anxiety that no one really talks about. Everyone experiences this disorder differently, which can make it difficult to talk to others. You constantly feel like no one understands you, and it's scary when you meet someone who has the same disorder, but different experiences. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2758474/ You don't have to be perfect,You just have to exist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2482409/ A mother's story about her experience with Thalidomide and how it impacted her and her baby's lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2468979/             Ada was sitting by the fire nursing her newborn son, Bertram. She had been waiting for hours for her eldest son and husband to come home from hunting deep within the Black Forest. She glanced back at the dinner table, upon which sat the dinner she’d ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2468255/ The Crann Bethadh is the oldest tree in town, hundreds of years old. The town of Aberdale was founded around this tree. It was said that a man, Thomas Blair, was walking through the meadow, wet, hungry, and exhausted after being robbed by vagabonds. 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One for each time he raped those little girls. The corner of my mouth twitches upward and I wipe the blade of the knife on my plastic rain suit. 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That we have a perfect life or a normal life and there is nothing wrong and we should not feel that way. But the problem with depression is that it does not care. It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2029212/ *The Black Cat is a short story written by Edgar Allan Poe in 1843. I recommend that read the original story before reading mine as it will provide knowledge needed to completely grasp this story and understand it. This is an event that takes place in the story from the perspective of the man's wife.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2026722/ I look in the mirror and see my beautiful long brown hair. Its thick bounciness cascading down my torso. My hazel eyes flutter with flecks of gold shining back at me. My slightly arched, full eyebrows lift as I apply my eyeshadow. My long, thick eyelashes jet out, in no need of mascara. 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I lean forward and lift my head. Too fast. I see a kaleidoscope of dancing colors under my eyelids and my head pangs harder. I open my eyes only to be assaulted yet again by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2018971/ PUT DOWN YOUR PHONE!I am talking to you,something I don't do often.My words are not unimportant.I speak because I have something to say,not gossip, not idle talk.It's rude and unforgivablefor you to be staring at your blue-lit screenas my words go in one ear and out the other.So, check Donald Trump'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2015816/ I sit on the beachPicking up individual grains of sandContemplating each one but eventually throwing them over my shoulder.I stand up and walk quickly towards the waterNot looking backMy toes are submergedThe water sends jolts up my legs and my knees buckleI steady myself and step .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2014944/ Dear Haley, I awoke the morning of April 7,1987 and quickly showered, dressed, and ate breakfast with my father. We left at the same time. I went to school and he went to work. I walked to school side by side with my best friend, Beth. She told me there was a party going on that night and that it wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2009729/ It is a curse to live foreverTo watch loved ones come and goIt doesn't matter your endeavors, All relations end in woe.I have learned from my pastFrom friends up aboveSo now I, at last,Vowed never to love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2009407/ As time goes on, your looks will retireYour skin will droop, you lungs, more, will respireBut my heart, for you, will grow fonder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/qwillett607/2009405/ Dear Jessie, I've never written to a ghost before. Or conversed with one at all. I'm Haley. Your story sounds interesting. I'd definitely like to know more. Since you gave me a bit of background on you, I guess I should give some about me too. I'm from Saratoga Springs, New York originally. 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