http://slow.writerscafe.org/theillusionist The original writings of author Ashe Conten en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776023996 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was born meand naturallyI began to wonder if it was the bestthen came along youand you, toostarted to envy the restI never invitedyou decidedto get inside my headNow, Mr. Devil-On-My-Shoulder,Tell me, you demon dictatorWhat;s up with your judging demeanor Ok, fine, my little mirrorI was born .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1956656/ That's right, I'm alive. And not only have I avoided suicide, I am now on much needed anti-depressants, am a happy student at a prestigious school, and have a boy friend! It gets better! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1955205/ Don't ask meAbout my first nameOr if I'm still saneI don't haveAnswers to my mindI don't want to lie(Chorus)Now I'm using blueNot red like I used toMother come back soonTo feed meDelusional truthDon't ask me If I'm alright If I drew more linesMy smileIs nothing but a maskI'm begging you do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1903806/ Sometimes things don’t go according to planSometimes the bird refuses to landI know IWould want to stay in the sky But first things firstI’d have to learn how to flyMy wings are smaller Than they used to beMy wings are smaller Than I’d like to thinkBut I still,Yes I stillManage to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1903752/ Trigger Warning! Mentions of cutting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1902300/ Wait for a minute Check the speed limitWhy is it that IConstantly rideWhen I'm neverAllowed to driveWhy am I ridingin the back seatWhy are they drivingInstead of meAnd I am fightingJust to seeWhere I am headingAnd the life I leadAh!They missed a turnNo just go straightNo GPSI hear them say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1899570/ The sun had long since risen, but the three friends were still affected by the past night's sedatives. The Mindreader had her head on The Illusionist's shoulder, while The Shadow sat a foot away. He was never too excited about how much time The Mindreader spent with The Illusionist, and he certainl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1899065/ The Mindreader quickly shoved her phone in her pocket and crossed the hallway from her room to The Shadow's. He was sprawled across his bed, reading a crash course of French. "Come on, The Illusionist has broken again." "Oi! Again?" he said, putting the book down. "Triggered by one o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1898370/ The Magician sat in the desk chair, annoyed by how must racket The Illusionist was making. He went into a state of dysfunctionality from time to time, where he would repeat the same quote over and over again. Today it was from a Twenty One Pilots song, "Clear."The clock didn't seem to move, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1898130/ Dear Mindreader, I stared at the blinking cursor for ages, there are so many things I want to tell you. I suppose... I just didn't know where to start.  How much of our relationship shall I tell the world? I did not include your name because we both know the importance in disclosing a name, esp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1897493/ They're looking at meThey're staringThey're looking They're judging They're lying to meThey're manipulating meThey're lyingThey're leavingWhat is wrong with me?What the hell am I so afraid of?Everything Everything is wrong with me because I am afraid of everything.He panicsHe's shakin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1897452/ I'm fineI found in a book somewhereThat "sui" means of one's selfAnd "cida" means killerHelp Me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1897439/ The sun shone brightly through the foyer window, waking me from a short, disrupted, sleep. I stood from my uncomfortable position on the floor and groaned. Maybe I had gotten an hour of sleep, probably closer to 30 minutes. After using the bathroom I noticed how quiet it was. 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The suit she's wearing fits her perfectly, and it shows every curve that I don't have. "What did you eat today?" Her tone reminds me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1897036/ My magician is a sort of imaginary friend, the kind that never disappears. She is not a delusion since I am not, in fact, schizophrenic. I would much rather describe her as a figment of my imagination, a fantasy if you will. In past years I have tried to describe her without offending her since I'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1897033/ All of my short stories about My Magician http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theillusionist/1897032/ It's not just that they don't understand, it's that they can't. 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