http://slow.writerscafe.org/haxbg The original writings of author 5John17 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775938408 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Theworld goes on with a stream of information, yet we only retain bits and pieces."I wonder how much more inefficient human will have to be before they become efficient" thinks the boy at the corner seat, staring outside the window... Lesson went on as usual. A thousand words were probably sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/2119078/ Nothing more, nothing less than a review http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/2100858/ A bitter sweet story that i hope will touch you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1993026/ Draft. A lot of grammatical errors but you get the point. It's a draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1992805/ Ahh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1935535/ a story revolving youths discovering the purpose of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1935531/ wanted to try writing something, so here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1874988/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1820002/ -NIL- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1817187/ Well it is in the text :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1815223/ A continuation to my other side story. Except this one is quite bad... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1814592/ imperfect http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1813650/ It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!It hurts so much, It feels as if a knife pierced mychest...My instinct immediately kick intoflight.I try to run but it’s futile,My legs have long given up on me.Its impossible I tell myself,after allmy whole body is being pul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1813611/ When didshe become so special to me?Maybe, itwas because she was always there for me. Especially, when I needed her the most.In fact, it was almost seemed like she was an ‘esper', with the ability to readminds. For, she could always tell when I was troubled or hurt. And no matter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1812777/ its kind of a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1811732/ g http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1811729/ A random idea , i guess of a boy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1811719/ An intro to the story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1803567/ A short description on John`s review of technology, he was assigned to by his teacher. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1803145/ a foolish boy who is too caring goes to the same school as John http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1803140/ Chapter 1: DreamsWhat are dreams? Are they something, like food, that allows one to live another day. Maybe for most, dreams would be like candy, something sweet on the surface. Perhaps too sweet, that we do not even realise that the candy contains alcohol, and as a result, we become drunk from eati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haxbg/1802533/