http://slow.writerscafe.org/CB2017 The original writings of author Sira YR en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996241 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/2155240/ Happy Weekend everyone!!1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/2152089/ One rises from the ashes ten times stronger than the enemies which placed her there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/2151518/ Just an update on the tentative publishing of A.L.I.C.E http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/2014070/ The day went by much quicker than Lauren thought it would and surprisingly, the Chemistry test was not as tiresome and stressful as she first assumed it would be.   She had a feeling Luke was helping her out with some of the choices for she could feel his presence for the duration of the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/2012901/ This is an announcement for my readers and followers and friends :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/2010334/ News concerning My other half http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/2010331/ Flashback on what led up to the untimely demise of Harmony and Jacobi's parents :/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1988901/ Nonsensical rambling alert :/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1988514/ This is a request to all Cafers I have befriended http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1984794/ Just one of many nonsensical ramblings in my clouded mind :/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1983496/ Horror courses through Harmony as she comes home to find her parents murdered and her little brother, Jacobi, brutally tortured and injured. What's worse is that the murderers were after her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1981221/ Sixteen year old Harmony Blackwell comes home late after sneaking out to a party and proceeds to enter the house unnoticed. However an eerie feeling overtakes her and her minds is screaming to her run http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1980330/ The beginning of A.L.I.C.E http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1975387/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1975383/ Just a little something to let you know that I have not abandoned anything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1952564/ Goodbye is…A waveA tearThe longing of the Lonely heartFor those LivedLovedLaughedCried forGoodbye is…A piece of the soulThe giving of well wishesLeaving you half of a wholeGiving comfortKnowing a piece of you Goes out to themWherever they roamGoodbye is…The hardestSaddestLonlies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1940141/ Just a little sneak peek of chapter five...well more of a scene :). I don't really know if this scene is too intense for younger viewers- it's not vulgar but kinda violent so you guys be the judge :/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1933568/ Just another poem i came up with in the spur of a moment :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1925604/ Rushing out of her room with books in her hand, Lauren bolted down the mahogany staircase towards the large modern kitchen where her mother stood-back facing her- preparing lunch and coffee humming to herself, her red locks swaying and bouncing as she moved.  Her ever sunny disposition always s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1908646/ Heart pumping and pulse skyrocketing, Zariah bolted through the hallways as fast as her legs could carry her, motivated by the sound of footsteps gaining behind her.  Her body was growing tired but the adrenaline in her system kept her going without slowing down.   Turning various co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1908407/ “Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun. I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love.  And never ever ever stop for anyone.  Tonight let’s get some, And live while we’re young. Lalalalalalalalalalala…”  Lauren tossed and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1907350/ The gentle nighttime breeze flowed into the room through the open window.  The luminescent moonlight revealing the purple walls, and striped zebra bed on which the little red-haired girl lay snuggled in her striped comforter-the covers rising up and down with every breath she took.  Her sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1903260/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1903256/ Like Moths to flames You drew me in With your siren’s songHelpless was I To your seductive touchTo your devilish smileI was hypnotizedNot knowingNor caring The dangers you hideI gave and gaveBended to your every desireNow broken glass And battered heartsTainted souls from your dark artFor you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1900143/ Heaven, as described by a dead man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1896590/ I haven't written a poem in a while and i wanted to see if i could still do it :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1895170/ Note: PLEASE READ CHAPTERS 1 AND 2 BEFORE YOU READ THIS ONE :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1894938/ Almost ten hours had passed by and still no diamonds anywhere to be seen, leaving Naiya discouraged.  Five hours ago she realized that searching in the tunnel was an effort in futility so she decided to turn back.  Now she was back at the dark intersection where she started.  Before g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1873887/ Zariah bolted up, panting and sweating, in bed.  She frantically fisted her drab white t-shirt and let out a heavy sigh at the fact that there was no blood or gore on her.  What kind of dream is that? Is it a dream?  So many questions raced in her head so fast that she now had a gruel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1869808/ She awakened panting and sweating profusely as if she had been in a strenuous workout so much so  that her vibrant, wavy, bi-colored  hair of vibrant blues and rich, astonishing purples sagged and hung partially in her face.  She  bolted upright in the large, king-sized canopy be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1869064/ Zariah’s heart palpitated violently as her vivid violet eyes strained in the darkness to scan the very dim surroundings.  Eventually her pupils discerned the scarcely occupied room with only the single bed on which she sat bound by thick nylon ropes.  Besides her and the bed, there .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1868721/ The morning sun clearly manifested Mark’s unique facial features, including his many freckles and his jet-black hair which- despite the dirt living in it- shone in the sunlight along with his emerald-green eyes which focused on the stern female figure standing 5 inches from his face.  Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1867396/  Naiya and her sisters lay sleeping on the uncomfortable mats, whose lumpiness they had grown accustomed to.  The frigid temperature of the cell they were abiding in manifested itself on their skin but the normal frostbitten feeling didn’t bother them for they had grown used to their.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1855753/ Ill let you figure out who the 'little brother' refers to in my poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1855229/ Conceived in sorrow, despair, darknessNursed by the milk of animosity, Nurtured, raised By the hand of persecutionOppressionHaving one solitary purpose:To cleanse, purify, unmaskThose stained soulsDisguising themselves as saintsThose tainted soulsHiding themselves amidst the sea of humanit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1854749/ Huge blazes of fire glowed brightly under the dark, midnight sky, and quickly overtook the small French chateau in minutes leaving the young damsel standing in horror, confusion, and anger.  Her rich, auburn hair was dirty full of rubble and dust and her plain white dress was ripped in various.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1854112/ “My name is Naiya. I am one out of one-hundred slaves abiding in this living hell that my fellow friends in captivity call ‘The Brig’.  What is the brig?  It is a large prison compound almost right next to one of the world’s largest undiscovered diamond mines. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1854081/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1854080/ Through it all, I carry on... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1853102/ Just something I came up with on the fly...enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1852776/ In an advance, alternate reality a young girl hopelessly falls in love with a prince of an enemy nation while the prince who she's assigned to protect falls in love with her which leads to disaster... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1851777/ This was originally a class assignment, but I thought I would share this anyway. I don't know exactly what you would classify this as but here you go!! Enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1850270/ My first poem I ever wrote!!! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1850249/ This poem is dedicated to one of my closest friends- Kiry. Hope you like it!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1850247/ This tells the story of a teenage girl whose whole life turns upside down when she finds herself in a mysterious and exotic land with no memory of how she arrived there and no way back home.- Series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CB2017/1848809/