http://slow.writerscafe.org/AzureWriting The original writings of author Nina Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990606 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 More of a journal entry just needed to get it out on something http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/2928745/ TRIGGER WARNING- forced sexual acts, cnc NSFW http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/2831793/ There's this mouse. She's just sitting there.. and she sits fine for a little while. She sits pretty and patiently, waiting for graduation, waiting for prince charming, waiting to die at the normal rate. And then a few months later it just kind of shifts slowly, yet drastically. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/2772088/ For the ones who follow my writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/2771709/ A metaphor for recent years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/2086133/ This is a short story written for my English class. Please give me any feed back this is my first cut. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/2072664/ A poem about gun rights. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/2063658/ A daily duly notedIf yesterday’s yesterday could speak for itself we’d drown in a world of sorrow and pity. Our collar bones would show no hesitation and our wrists would strive for perfection. My hands would crinkle at the tops of fingers so bad that the knuckles could break if a feathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/1967984/ “She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.~ She stands... unrecognized by them… Unconscious  herself of her fantastic power.&rd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/1957181/ When talking under Autumn's trees her voice tasted like coffee with too much sugar. In the rain her eyes shine like diamonds.In the smooth breeze her hair floated away like dandelion fuzz running away to make wishes come true; her voice echoed in my head as we kissed, and she had a great sense .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/1901187/ In a hotel room where demons play there's a little girl. She stands in the corner; fearful of what she is, as well as what they are. They're all the same. Broken in this world of dead. Breaking in this world of art.She's not the girl she used to be but that's okay.Yes that's okay becau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzureWriting/1856814/