http://slow.writerscafe.org/olivia0222 The original writings of author Olivia Clune en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775285183 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The clear film disables my perception of the world around me.However, I see a light.I am drawn to it.Yet, I am afraid.It is warm and inviting. It almost has a voice, a gentle whisper as smooth as running water in an undisturbed brook.There is playful laughter and a pitter patter of small f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olivia0222/1880737/ Who am I?I am a s**t.I kissed more than one boy in my life.I let them touch me.They touched my chestThey touched my pelvic areaThey have been inside of me.Who am I?I am a kiss-up.I am a goodie goodie.I am a saint.I have a smile of an angelThe giggle of a small childI can do no harm.Who am I? I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olivia0222/1877218/ Based on a real life experience with a friend of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olivia0222/1876920/ 3AM The ongoing battle in my head wakes me up. My immediate instinct is to check the time on my phone. The time says 3:07am. The Sun is still sleeping, like the rest of my house and the neighborhood- except for those sad souls who fill their pits with beer and french fries at the local div.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olivia0222/1876342/