http://slow.writerscafe.org/overandunder The original writings of author Brook en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185191 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 x http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1313947/ x http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1313946/ love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1312544/ A short spoken word poem about the word "depressed." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1302356/ Trigger Warning: eating disorders. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1293964/ trigger warning should probably go here? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1270996/ x http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1261028/ The elevator doors closed, and the next thing I knew your body was pressed against mine and your hand was on my chin, guiding my lips to yours. I didn't have time to think; all I could do was melt against you. 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Outside, the sun was beginning to set; soon, her work, which she spoke of now, would begin.  "Darling, not everyon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1189612/ the darkness of night was no longer my friendi was cold and i was emptyand i longed for the endi remember the lookin your eyes that day as you held me closeto keep my demons at baylittle did you knowof the scars on my wristof my long-empty stomach or the goodbye in our kissand yet her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1186365/ The flashbacks were bad again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1166473/ A short horror story written as part of the introduction to the Frankenstein unit in my Language and Composition course. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1156832/ Rest in peace, Jay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1139742/ "I believe in exposure therapy for some things, and I was thinking maybe you could help me get over some of my fears." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1138915/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1131558/ When I was only four years old,I was an innocent little girl.And I looked up to the doctorsAnd wanted to be an oncologist Because they killed my daddy's cancer.And the lady next doorGave me and my brother marshmallow peepsAnd I had no idea why.When I was only five years old,My innocence was tak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/1127333/ masqueradepretend to laugh with your friendsthey would never understandthey don't knowyour fate fell on your shouldersyou'll tell them when you're olderyour strength fadesbut your mask remains in placeyou're just another fake facethey don't knowtonight is the night it endsdeath is just around the be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/986977/ A situation in which a difficult choice has to be made between two or more alternatives, esp. equally undesirable ones. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/984949/ Mm yup. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/984226/ Apathy (AP-uh-thee) - lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/975886/ Have you ever played chicken with cars? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/974477/ quarter.dime.nickel.penny.life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/974338/ A dream I had... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/overandunder/973843/ What's this? 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