http://slow.writerscafe.org/midnight_mystery The original writings of author Midnight_Mystery en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776061005 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She sat on a bench amist the new fallen snow,Wrapping her coat around her,As the wind started to blow. Her life at a crossroads,Unsure where to go,Right or left?She just didn't know. Either way seemed fine Though she was taking a rish, How was she to know,If th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/708077/ Through a mother's eyes, Is how I see my son,The Autism I despise,Could affect anyone. But it didn't. It entered my home and nearly broke my heart,I remember the little quirky things, That were just the start. The flapping of his tiny hands,Before he could even.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/694643/ Your voice makes me physically ill,You call and say,"I love you still".Love, is such a funny word,Coming from you,It's really absurd.  You've called me cold,a b***h,a w***e,Did all that mean,"I love you more?" You made me stand out in the cold,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/688396/ Beep...beep...beep... Talon winced as he tried to open his eyes.  The slit of bright light, made him clench them shut as an intense pain shot through his head.  He had a hangover from Hell, but he had a feeling something worse was wrong.  He felt as though he'd been hit by a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/688367/ My knees shake as I rise to my feet,You think you've won,That you've got me beat,Still I hold my head up high,As I look you directly in the eye. Blood drips from my lips,Later you'll say you're sorry,I guess you must have slipped. Im so tired of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/687365/ This is my friend,My treasured safety pin,Freeing me of the pain i hold within. I drag it slowly across my wrist,Rivers of red, flow and twist.Bright red lines,Against my pale white skin,This is my friend,My treasured safety pin. The sting reminds me that I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/686916/ You are such a gift to me,You've taught me how to truly see,To look through these eyes like never before,I couldn't possibly love you any more. But then I do.  You stack the blocks,One by one,The repetitive actions,Are never done. You are so intent with what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/683602/ Spinning, rocking, flapping,Inside my heart was cracking,To hear your child is unlike the rest,This will be my biggest test. As I put you on the bus,In these stranger's i learn to trust,I don't want to send you off,But early intervention,Is a must. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/680941/ * A darker poem * http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/680932/ This cannot be happening, Talon thought as the sobs subsided.  How could things have been going so great, and now suddenly everything seemed to be falling apart. His world just got turned upside down, and he wasn't sure it would ever be uprighted.  Standing up, he dusted the gras.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/679145/ 7:14 AmSeptember 9,2007It was on this day,I caught my very first glimpse of heaven. I glanced down into those deep blue eyes,And immediatly I was hypnotized.I smiled down at you,Amazed to my core,I was ready for whatever life had in store. Then you got sick, In.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/678197/ Did you know that you're my hero?Yes,my son, it's true,Mommy just can't tell you,How proud I am of you. I watch as you struggle,Through each and everyday,Locked inside your fragile mind,To escape from whisper's so unkind. I see you get frustrated,With t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/676536/ Sticks and stones may break my bones,But your words will never hurt me,For if they do,I promise you,Severely you shall pay. Look into my light blue eyes,And know what I say is true,You will come to know quite well,That I have a wicked temper. You use your words to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/676457/ Talon awoke with a pounding headache, that was made worse by the sunlight streaming through the window.  Ugh.  He jumped up and closed the curtains, dimming the dreadful light. Stripping off his clothes he went into the bathroom, undoing his braid as he went.  Inside the shower he let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/676056/ Written by: Amanda (girlgreer.13) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/675957/ By: Natasha (me) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/675623/ I remember when I first held you in my arms,I promised to keep you safe and always protect you from any harm,But how do I protect you from something I can't see,And so like a sneak attack this Autism came to be. I couldn't fight this disorder thst has rooted itself in your brain,But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/674463/ "I knew you would make us all so proud. Tell me all about it." she said, holding onto his hand. "Well it took me a while to get going in New York, I had to stay in a hotel for a while and work odd jobs. Finally though I got a nice apartment, as well as a job in one of their art galleri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/673047/ Written by Amanda(girlgreer.13) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/672370/ Annelise sat outside the coffee shop sketching.  Tendrils of golden hair obscured her face, but he knew it was her. It had to be.  Of course it's her you dolt, he scolded himself.  The real question was, to approach or to stay the hell away?  A smart man who had screwed up w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/672367/ It had been five years since he had stepped foot in Sterling Falls, but not much had changed.  Talon hitched his duffel bag over his shoulder as the Greyhound bus pulled away from the curb, and he started walking.  The exhaust from the bus filled his lungs and sent him coughing. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/672326/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/672309/ Written by:Natasha(me) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/672304/ Autism..the word sits on my tongue like lead,filling my heart with sadness and dread,what does this mean..what do I do?I only want what's best for you,I want to shout 'you're mistaken!', or "this cannot be the case",As tears stream silently down my face. I nod my head to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/670532/   Raine, I’m terribly sorry. Love,Reagan　 For my letter of apology, that’s all I’ve got and truthfully, I don’t even know where to start an apology like this. But I promised my mom I would, right after I apologized for skipping scho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/669969/ This afternoon as the time gets later and later, I understand how Tristan must feel.  The more delayed he is the harder my heart pounds.  My hands have begun to sweat and a knot is starting to take shape in the pit of my stomach. As I stood loading the dishwasher, I kept glancing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/669491/ You probably don't know what it's like to have an autistic for a best friend. Well I can tell you it isn't easy, but when your parents are best friends and you're born only eight days apart it's bound to happen. This autistic friend I speak of is Tristan Holloway. Looking at him you would never kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/668976/ My palms became sweaty and my heart began to race. The doctor had just analyzed Tristan and I was motioned to step into his office, soon to find out exactly what was wrong with Tristan; find out what made him different from Reagan. "Please have a seat." I was too nervous to sit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/668970/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/668969/ A mother's outcry for understanding. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight_mystery/668962/