http://slow.writerscafe.org/missy832 The original writings of author MyaLavi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776075847 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Alice  I marched up the tall, wet stairs leading up to the school bus. I think the bus driver said something to me, but my own thoughts in my own little world have proven that they're able to block the outside world from coming in. I gave him a weak smile and sat down in the first empty seat I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missy832/1905165/   Death is an art, and I, it’s painter. Art is always judged, and let’s face it. It’s so much easier to sit there and judge the art instead of looking at it through the artist’s eyes and finding its unique beauty.    Life is a story, with a beginning, middle, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missy832/1905156/   It slipped through my fingers, as if I was trying to grasp water with my bare hands. No matter how tight I clenched my fists, no matter how quick I was to close my hands around it, it slipped, and I will never get it back.   I work at an office, typing and aiming to please the men that t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missy832/1905155/