http://slow.writerscafe.org/DreamDeamon The original writings of author *~DreamDeamon~* en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000652 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 WARNING: Extremely Explict.. Very sadistic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/893978/ Tears fall one by oneFor the loss of her new born sonOh no, he is not deadBut he was taken from his bed She heard no cryingNo nothing throughout the nightSomething was deffinatly not right The window wide open Curtians flowing all aboutThe cold winter wind was blowing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/893877/ Blodied bodies piled on the ground One sacrafice turned into many A goat's head on the altar A pentagram traced on the wall Devils little minions bringing more A bunch of people lined up at the door Tragic death awaits them all As masked deamons take them one by one Each slaughtered in different way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/812440/ well thinks have been happening http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/788882/ try this. get a friend & a foriegn lang. story. have them read u a para. but slowly. it doesnt matter if its said rite, cuz u write what u think they say but in english words. making a poem :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/765975/ hahahaaha idk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/765967/ Cab you explain it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/765961/ Blood dripping down my faceI scream and wailBut wait you must first hear my taleI was pretty and primped up in laceAs we all got ready to go to dinnerMother and Father drop the ballOh nothing you may think at allJust they say they think they have found me a winnerNo dont worry they s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/759488/ Try this take a page or 2 of a book pick a #, count the words when u hit ur # u can circle the word or the phrase & continue this for as long as u want then you mesh it all together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/759475/ It seems to be anger these past few daysHe barely speaks to meLet alone look my wayI've tried to do no wrongBut it seems the more others f**k with his headThe more distant he becomes Thinking like crazy Trying to come up with the solutionsThe solutions for everyone all at one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/759459/ I ran through the woodsScreaming my head offUnheared by the ears of allRunning away from that women who i fearVivid halucenations making me think she is nearIn the police car they say she is deadVarious acts that she did she can do no moreEvery scar, every memory buried with her death .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/759445/ In the horror In the darknessBlood everywhereBrings up memoriesFor there is no sympathyFor those shadowy bloodcraving figuresWho run rampant through the mistI start to see dreamsNo its visions of these crazy figuresThey shoe themselves as masked spirits In discontent, burning wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/759427/ Ever see a man burn?I haveHe burned in the fire of his own selfish-nessThe fire consumed him slowlyInch by inchThe spark started in his headBy who? By what?Probably the weak nature of human greed and wantIt had to start at birthBecause now it has consumed him fullyHe pushes awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/752262/        Ms. Pickles senior class has twenty kids, only fourteen are aloud to go on the senior trip.         As Ms. Pickles walks into her classroom, four students get up and leave the classroom for the library. She then grabs a clip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/739122/ Character Bio'sAll Students: Live in Willow, AL  Ember: A well random non characterizeable person. She has two different colored eyes, the right is blue, the left is green-brown. She changes her hair color as much as possible, its mostly always brightly colored with underlying dark tones... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/739107/      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/739054/ RANDOM! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/735771/ Does it have to be like this?Sitting in the back of the roomIn the corner by myself Writing my morbid poems ofDeath, suicide, and how I see lifeSadly waiting for him to comeAnd save me from this placeKids yellingKids screamingTeacher standing her groundYelling,Screaming backH.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/735586/ BOOM!!BANG!!          Screams fill the streets          Sirens blare          Rushing police cars and ambulancesAll the people clear the streetsThey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/728357/ Baby I love you!                                              &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/727204/ Inspired by Lizzie Bell. A very special girl with a very rare blood disease. DONATE BLOOD The familys worry was that there may not be enough blood, because only 5% of eligible people donate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/727122/ Through the yelling and screaming, a little girl is crying. Her mom and dad always fighting, she is always hiding. Things are thrown across the room, she clings to her stuffed animal froggy. When all gets quiet, the alcohol and pills are shoved down the paretns throats.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/726528/ Brushing her hair a thousand times a dayRe-applying make-up every two hoursChanging clothes everytime she gets a chance to go homeWearing bras that push up her breastsPants that make her a*s look plumperShe does anything and everything to look sexy Only to never realize she's perfect P.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/726504/ A little blue bird passes by the windowof the prison-like room that he has put her in.It sings  beautiful song, it flys around free. She is envy, she needs to torture this thing.As she watches, it perches on the window right next to the bars.Reaching a hand through the window bars it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/726078/ i thought about adding more but yea idk... input http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/726001/ She is always so mean in her waysIce water flows through her veinsHer heart an ice cube of lifeless beatingThe cruelty is what keeps her aliveThat rush of seeing someone crushed, hurtJust brings a cold smile to her faceThe pain that is written so intricately on their facesGives he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/724457/ Kind, loving, funny, and sweetA guy I know you would love to meetbut in fear of what people might think you walked away and utterly quitI've watched you do this one too many timesso I will take the leapthe one you could not do I'll go for that type of guyand now without a d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/724452/ I stay awake thinking of how we came to beI say it must be destinythrough this relationship we have been through alotnot caring what anyone thoughtnow as winter set inwe find it getting hard againI think we will be able to make itI pray to the gods that nothing ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/723860/ As days go by and byYou show me more and more               you show me just why I Love You.With every second that ticks by and by as we talkYou give me more and more reasons to believe     &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/723777/ She sits around the fire,            cracking,            popping.Hoping for a chance to speak,            talk,  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/723772/ Face scarredNo one sees anything but the scars Her face is not a thing of beauty anymoreThey stare They judgeThey dont see her for herThey shy awayThey point and laugh She cries and criesAll she wants is to be lovedHer scars are not her She knows this for a factAnd won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/723280/ These waves that shiftThe flowing into the windBirds callYelling at usThrowing their cautions in our facesWhat is wrong We cannot comprehendThe waves crash harder onto the pebbled sandThe wind kicks up blowing our hair in every directionOur feet sink further into the sand with ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/723188/ for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/721414/ This is a random story i started.. the bold and italizized are the thoughts that the girl Em is hearing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/721380/ I need help with this.... i deffinatley need suggestions!!!!!!!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/719365/ suggestions? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/719239/ this is for the books, not those dumb stupid movies tht ruined them! kinda dumb poem tho..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/719235/ She never saw it coming,                        No time to prepare.She never saw it coming,             &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/719233/ Thank you Tyler M. for the name. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/719225/ It's all a twisted fairytale.everyone thought the princess Could do no wrong.She struggled with the lies,But only because she thought it for the better,And in her little world none of it was wrong."Love knows no bounds!" she told herself and her peers,But in this kingdom the king's rul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/719220/ im not religous in any way as you guys know, but i do beleive in ghosts and evil spirits and seeing a the catholics do exorcisims it just seemed right.. What do you think? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/718840/ What i have so far for a detailed story contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/718831/ I was given a set of words and five minutes to write a poem using only the words i was given and using them once only. i was given a few of the words more than once so yea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/718821/ A poem for an I challenge you, challenge written for a picture to which i do not know how to put on here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/715596/ Why does this have to happenI thought it was over Done for goodBut no of course its notI see a thing A thing of his and i just start cryingI break down I shake like crazyI cant handle thisI want it gone I hate you so much but still i cryWhats wrong with me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/715067/ The bus driver was crazyThis we have all knownWe never thought she would snapGoing from crazy to psycho in just a few secondsShe was yelling and screaming Something in an unknown languageI picked out a word or two They were Latin that old dead languageShe had to be screaming a chant .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/714942/ The fickle finger of fate they sayBut can it really be that way?Shouldn't fate be set in stone Because in in the end we all dieIsn't that our fateTo die and go awayLife is fickle this is true But fate no way cuzWe are all fated to die either wayIt's set in stone it is not fickle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/714351/ This is such a frustrationPeople dont seem to understandThese clouds of hateJust swirl aroundThey circle and follow me waiting for justone personJust one little thingI dare you to push meYou will not like the resultsMy hates been building It will be directed at you Dont push me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/713733/ They are all talking so loudI cannot see them but i know they are thereI can feel them,Their facesTheir bodiesI can smell them,So many different scentsFloralChemicalsAnd sweatI can hear them,Oh they are so loudMumblingMutteringWhispers of plentyTheir eyes are on me Wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/713729/ Another Assignment WOOOOO!!! again random http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DreamDeamon/713724/