http://slow.writerscafe.org/zella The original writings of author zella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042582 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 it hurts deep downa little to the leftdull and achingit pulls at each breathit clings to hope small pockets of reliefbut returns even worse after retreatit flutters and curlsshakes and quiversover eyelids it poursand shimmers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zella/2068058/ she new it was too perfecthis smile on her lips his laugh against her neckhis hand around her hipsshe knew it wouldn't last that longgood things never didshe hoped she might be wrong this timebut faraway he slidshe new it was too perfecthis cocoa colored curlshis kind, reflective eyeshis eyes for ot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zella/2068055/ he has the biggest heart i've seen,i tried to fit inside, and curl myself against his warmth,i would never need to hide.his eyes are big and twinkling,when tickled by his smile, but i guess i mistook them as welcoming,it wasn't for me all the while.his smile doesn't look at me the way mine look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zella/1998422/ she paces the room yet one more time,maybe the invitation just said the wrong time? too many streamers... do people like blue? should she buy more balloons? she really wished she newif she called them... that would be desperate, right?or maybe she should just reschedule the night?if no one comes she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zella/1991080/ bubbles are active emptiness held tightly by their wallthey spin in panicked restlessness they are small and vulnerable she ran her hand through the soapy suds and mesmerized was sheas all the bubbles popped and fizzed their emptiness was freebut all the bubbles emptiness  surrou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zella/1953079/ tea time is at 3 o’clockshe‘s always so excitedbut when she thought she heard a knockno friends or guests were sighted she hates the time she spends alone she fears she’ll be forgotten faraway her words are blownand they become lost and rotten she begins to feel invisible.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zella/1926044/ longing…      lives in the lowest part of my chestaching, bruised and heavy she curls around my heart she jumps and flaps her useless wings     each time he passes bydesperately trying to fly along side him  she longs to meet the skyhis steps.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zella/1926042/ under a park benchdogeared and tornI found a small journalforgotten and torneach page was a memorynot mine to knoweach word was a secret that had nowhere to goholding this bookthat had been held before I felt a comforting irrelevance...this book carried someone's everythingand this everything meant .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zella/1926040/