http://slow.writerscafe.org/Boogabaah The original writings of author Boogabaah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010138 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15           Soaped up in the shower I was washing my body, making sure to wash every inch including between my legs when I felt it. A lump, a painful lump right next to my a*****e. I pushed on it slightly and could tell it was ready to burst. I rinsed the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1985449/ A door appears where before there was not one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1978224/ My personal feelings as best described by a parody of The Smiths "How soon is now?" that I have been singing to myself all month. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1976307/ Short story about a hipster http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1976253/ A short story about the last telephone call. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1974655/ Another s****y piece of writing from me. Thanks, I know it sucks and I'm a terrible writer but lack of feedback isn't helping me any and I shouldn't rely on anyone. Humans f*****g suck. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1970212/ A bit annoyed this morning so this is what you get http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1969883/ 500 words or less shirt story in prep for nanowrimo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1969594/ “Who wants to go look at a boat?” He asked. He was thrilled to look at more boats. His family was over it. They had spent the summer on a boat and just wanted to be home for the winter but he insisted that they could buy a larger boat and winter on it if they headed south.   &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1969287/ 500 words or less story (actually just me complaining not really a story) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1968877/    A slight breeze blew through the open windows when Helen woke up. She could smell food being cooked in the kitchen and hear the voices coming up the stairs. She hadn’t slept well the whole time she had been there except last night, she was in the attic with everyone else, talking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1968417/   Helen could feel her head beginning to ache. Her eyes hurt from the bright sunlight and she was thirsty. She didn’t have much cannabis left and was afraid if Joyce found out about it she would want to smoke it all herself. She grabbed a glass of mint lemonade then took a joint that she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1968406/   In the yard, next to the table they sat at for meals, Edgar stood with Helen. She wore her backpack, the food bag which was pretty much empty, and her own clothing.     “Okay, take me home,” Helen said to Edgar. The kids knew to stay back and not to touch them or th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1968400/    The sun sat low in the sky, hidden by the trees about to dip behind the mountains. The walk was shorter than Helen remembered. She grabbed and ate blackberries along the way. The cabin looked like Mingus, Kyda, and Poppy had been there a few times since the four of them landed on the ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1968378/ “Margaret’s gone.” Bee shook Pinecone to wake her. “Pinecone, wake up! Margaret isn’t in the house. I can’t find her.” Bee cried hysterically.  “What? Where’s Peter? Did you check the bathrooms and the attic?” Pinecone rubbed her face... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1968377/ “I brought you some berries and cream.” Pinecone said as she set the tray on the side of the bed that was covered in books. “There is more down in the kitchen if you like.” She said to Helen.    “Thanks. I’ll let you eat.” Helen squeezed Marga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1968375/  “Margaret! Wait, I’ll help you.” Pinecone disappeared up the stairs. Shimmer looked at Helen then back up the stairs. Helen could hear Pinecone helping Margaret down the stairs. As they came around the corner Margaret poked her head around to look at Helen with one eye before.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1968373/  “What just happened? Where the hell am I? What is going on?” Helen thought she had died. “Am I dead?” The teens roared with laughter. Their hair was wet from the wave.     “You are going to be in so much trouble, Mingus. You brought this woman! Marg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1968370/  “Same as it ever was, same as it ever was. Look where my hand was. Time isn’t holding up. Time isn’t after us. Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was.” Helen liked singing while she drove, especially when she was mad. 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I think my water just broke!” Claudia was shifting uncomfortably in her chair. They were all around the tables in the meadow again for breakfast.      “Claudia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1915925/ 22. Dreams come true           They arrived at the big house to find the front door still closed but most of the doors and windows open to let the breeze in. Hazel was at the kitchen table with her hand propping up her head as she slept. It was quiet. Ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1915924/ 21. Long walk     Haywood barely knew these people. He didn’t fully grasp what was going on so he helped Hazel cook food for everyone and keep the household running.  He was in the laundry room folding sheets when Pliny came in. She sat on one of the dryers and lit a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1915923/ 20. What are we coming to?      Claudia opened her eyes. It was morning. Abuela Ines was still sleeping next to her. She could feel the warmth of another body behind her. She reached out back to feel who it was. She touched fur, not Buckley's fur. She jumped up and let out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1915922/    Part Five: Pine cone goes home    Morris walked pulling his wheeled suitcase behind him to the bus stop. He rode the bus to the downtown area and got off near the train station. Moonbeam and Betsy lived about 3 hours from there. Morris boarded the train, found a sea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1915280/ Part Four : Pine cone takes a rest    Just short of two weeks later, Fran and Morris were back in their apartments. Dwight laughed when they told him about the truck. He said Virginia would be glad to get a new truck or car since she didn’t like driving the big truck. Onslo deci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boogabaah/1915278/ Part three: The wrong way to use a Pine cone       He was so close that he was not going to let it get away again. 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