http://slow.writerscafe.org/Annabee90 The original writings of author Annabee90 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775249876 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 International Women's Day - 2017 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1894556/ The constellations they align for you and I, The planets pause in their orbit, Each star shines a little brighter. A comet flies a little faster, The trail of stardust that it leaves behind, marks our passage through the night, and future souls will marvel in our mystery and construct monuments made.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1877234/ I knew in the same way that you wake in the night in a cold sweat, blind panic, eyes suddenly wide in desperation. That same familiar, gnawing feeling of dread settling in the empty pit of your stomach. Possible mistakes and oversights from the previous day scrolling through your mind like the headl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1873969/ I knew. I knew in the way that you wake in the night in a cold sweat, knowing you had forgotten something from the day before, desperately searching the crevices of your mind, tearing down the walls you carefully constructed, clutching at straws. I knew with the same ice cold feeling that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1873148/ Wordplay is what we do best, falling deeper with each new breath.Only we know ...The threat of a question mark, The promise of a full stop, the anticipation of ellipsis... as the pencil drops. The looping scrawl of your name, quickens my heart rate, the beauty with which you writ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1845122/ Time makes liars of us all, 'tis as sure as the incoming tides, which do the shoreline taunt.The ebbing flow of good intentions, drift out to a sea of reckless abandon. Life's screenplay contains no stage directions, and so we do forget our lines, only to realise when we're .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1843374/ Forget me not, in the smudge of coral lipstick on your favorite coffee cup.Forget me not, in words - brittle like honeycomb, A single snap, and fragments of our soul fall. In claustrophobic summer nights, Hands knotted in hair, Choking breath, Sting of lips, Peppermint .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1842283/ Poem - fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1841864/ Poem/spoken word about women's rights. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1841859/ Daisy and EllaChapter One  I wanted to be thewoman that I was watching through the window. The natural gracewith which she tossed her head back, and laughed alongside her husband at theirdaughter’s latest story, made my stomach turn. The way in which she served.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1841804/ This is the rough first chapter for a novel I am writing, focussing on a woman's obsession with another woman, and her jealousy over their differences in wealth/lifestyle/opportunity etc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annabee90/1841801/