http://slow.writerscafe.org/Prudence The original writings of author Prudence Desideria en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015206 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just that empty feeling, not sure why.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/485179/ Read into it whay you may... A little piece about love and fear, and reality... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/455998/ Don't quite know where that came from but... Enjoy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/454376/ They say think positive, and/or talk to the panic attach. Which sounded sorta creepy and new agy, so, hey, writing should work right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/308570/ Cars... and other little things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/300580/ Troubled heartsButterfliesWings spread wideHanging mid-air Little fingers pointingAsking ‘where?’ Cornered momentsRooms filled with...How much did we do?Accomplishments measured in emotions Diplomas on the wallsTorn down and tucked awayUnderes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/298124/ Literally, late drabble of random thoughts... not quite meant to be artistic, but then creativity feeds from life shoving us around and sticking us in all these moments, right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/297635/ Tock-Tock, Bells Talk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/277570/ A love hymn to the computers of the world (and my darling little laptop in particular). A response to a prompt, enjoy it! =) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/227968/ Staying true to ourselves is never easy. Just a drabble on the subject, really... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/224651/ Who we are in the moments of time... Everchanging, fading and reaching all at once. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/219924/ Relationships and friendships always require an effort, but when they start costing parts of ourselves the pain risks growing deeper than the love, and that is a frightening notion. For a very dear friend I love deeply and regardlessly... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/186388/ Merry Christmas... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/176700/ Short and sweet... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/155400/ I wear a halo in your eyes, sometimes I can't help but wonder why though... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/152095/ Sacrifices look different through different eyes. In your eyes I wear a halo at times, and it scares me how far I'll fall when I drop from that pedastal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/152087/ Slight insanity warning I suppose, about working life, panic, dialogues in our heads, and Mondays. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/152085/ Family's everything. Love is life. Two lines are stolen from Pink, for which I sincerely sincerely apologize (and shudder at). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/97689/ Chocolate, sugar highs, and all those sweet addictions we sometimes treat ourselves to and reach for a little bit of happy heaven http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/91707/ Based on a prompt for the title-line. Friendship, love, means through the good and the bad. I'd catch you a thousand times, or until me legs no longer could carry our weight, but forgive me for contemplating the finale every once in a while... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/84718/ For my lovely little brother who survived far too much at only a few weeks old... Just a little something on what it's been like watching him grow into the man he'll one day become. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/79643/ Dedicated to two of the most important men in my life, my baby brothers. Started out as a song for one of them, but turned into a new variant... With all my love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/72577/ A mish-mash of memories both mine and others, spun together into this... Angst bottle! Goodness... Oh well. Little Princess is a character, poor girl, but reading through it she is really a reflection of the stories several groups of friends have lived an http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/70571/ All those empty words and hollow feelings, or is it just me not feeling what I'm supposed to? Wrote it after being proposed to over the phone. And for any guys contemplating it, that's just not always the best move. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/56929/ All the warmth around us, people constantly buzzing, busy saving themselves. Who's going to be there to hold you around two? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/55014/ There's this rythm, it can make you dance and twirl to its liking. Somedays it get's the better of us, somedays we find the strength to fight it. Rock'n'roll, means both darkness and hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/55008/ If life is a school, we are all students. Some get A's, other's drop out early, and it is hardly ever completely fair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prudence/53666/