http://slow.writerscafe.org/diamond_writer The original writings of author Emily en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048217 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the dark of my room, I type out the final touches to the last work assignment of the week. I sit back into my pillows and sigh. Lit only by the dim glow of my laptop, the reflection in its screen shows my sharply-angled face bone-white against the black of my surroundings. My eyes look huge with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/diamond_writer/2038518/ Should I stay or should I go…It was very hard to have a parental instinct when you are very clearly the baby of the family. Your father has walked into the living room many a time wearing questionable outfit choices, and despite your more suitable suggestions, he simply dismisses you and leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/diamond_writer/2021084/ Faye was sat across from a ghost. Or at least someone who wanted to be one. 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