http://slow.writerscafe.org/tokiohotel11ng The original writings of author Jane Lockheart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062796 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Alex did the right thing.All those years ago.He pushed her right off the bridge. She never saw it coming. She deserved it though. Jamie made Alex miserable. She pretty much forced him to date her. He would sit in his room all night,Music.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/888064/ Iwill never forget that day.Ican’t believe it had been 25 years.I’man old man now. Memoryis jogged.Butthat day I remember clearly. Iwoke up Saturday morning. Itfelt pretty normal.Butlittle did I know,Itwas the beginn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/888063/   Ihate him!He’sa little f*g!Whywouldn’t he just accept the fact that Alex wasn’t gay and didn’t love him.Alexloved me.Onlyme. Timwasn’t getting the hint.SoI told him Alex didn’t want to be seen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/888062/ Whydidn’t I tell him?Itwould have been easy.Iknew he wouldn’t judge me.Becausehe was gay too. Whydidn’t I tell him?Icould have been there for him.Hecould have been there for me. Iknow why I didn’t tell him... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/888060/ I’mgay.Ican say it now.Therewas a time that I couldn’t even think those words. Icame out to Alex.Hewas my best friend.Hehad been for 5 years.AndI hid it from him for 5 years.Thenone day I told him.Butwhat I didn’t tell .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/888059/ Parentsare not supposed to bury their own child.Itjust shouldn’t happen that way. Parentsare supposed to watch their child grow, Besuccessful, Havea family of their own someday. Whatwent wrong? Wasit me?Wasit his father.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/888058/ 35years as an officer.Iloved it.Makingsure the bad guy went to jail.Itfelt like I was doing the world a favor. Buthow can you do the world a favor from a hospital bed?Well,that’s what cancer does to ya. Iremember some of my best cases... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/888057/ This is a series of epitaphs regarding two teenage boys and their struggle with being gay. As the story progresses, you learn more and more about what REALLY happened and what secrets had been kept. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/888053/ Our Family AlbumInspired by Scott Walroth’s painting, Our Family Album    An album full of memoriesOnes they’d like to visitThe past canceled in the bindingO how they miss it.  Hundreds and hundreds of picturesOf the man they’ll always loveHe was the perfect .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/840035/ It has been one long day of traveling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/828674/      The Princess sits on her bed,  combing her long blonde hair. It has been a long day for her. A day of meeting fine princes from all across the land. She is now sixteen and must find a husband. Not just any man will do.      First, he must be a prince.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/821181/ Abby tries out the party life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/820464/ My life ended last week. In one day, everything changed. All it took was one kid, one gun, and nothing in-between us. I was shot down like an animal for no reason. No reason except for this kid been fed up with life. The name calling, abuse, neglect from his parents. Something inside him snapped. Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/762967/ I open my eyes every morning,Trying to figure out,Why my head keeps on soring.I no longer see the person I knew.My identity lost in waves blue.I feel stranded in this world of nothing.Taking blows to become something.This search was unnecessary.What will become of this many very.I walk on the road t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/749790/ I'm different from the other peopleI have my own thoughtsI have my own styleI have my own opinionI dont lead anyoneBut I also don't follow anyoneI don't rely on othersI depend on only my selfThe other people question meMy answer is always the sameI am meYou are themI have feelingsYou are roboticI fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/703320/ Almost every night she comes home cryingShe thought her and Will were going to hang outBut he went to a partyJana isnt into partyingThe drinkingThe smokingIt's not her thingBut Will loves itAll Jana wants to do is sit in her basement and watch a movie with himHe says he will comeBut ditches her at t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tokiohotel11ng/703309/ I see you all the time. We talk. We became friends. To me, I thought we were close. I seem to have this problem. I cannot read people very well. I think they feel a certain way, but really, they feel the complete opposite. I would love to master this skill. The skill of knowing what one feels. 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