http://slow.writerscafe.org/Aarontastic The original writings of author Aarontastic en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033651 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hugging my bear provides no reliefI am the guilty partyMy fuzzy bear companion provided so much reliefBut he will not help the guilty partyI can’t drown my sorrow in more sorrowBecause I am the cause of my sorrowI can’t commiserate about thisI can’t plea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/1972982/ I still write poems poorly but I haven't submitted in a while, and I felt like doing something about what goes through my head when I run. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/1057525/ i spend a lot of time in my room.I spin around in circles sometimes, just for kicks.when the sounds of mirth come through the floorboards, i know that company has arrived - they laugh so heartily over the clink of champagne glasses I can almost see the smiles on their faces and smell their breath, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/1002096/ short story written from a girl's perspective for a change, with a little food-based symbolism! :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/964270/ when the end isn't far away, lie, but say what you mean http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/959411/ I found the first story I ever wrote and decided to put it up XD this is from around 10th grade and I did it for a creative writing class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/956439/ Just a little bit of Skyrim fan fiction. it's kind of bloody! you've been warned ._. I didn't know how to organize this really, but there will be a part II. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/954826/ Thinking of the lazy riversauntering past the old stone bridgeand hearing a songthat hasn't played in agesmy mind raceswith a thousand platitudesIt was there, at old stone bridge,that I heard it firstWe talked that eveningunder festival lampsthat flickered like firefliesagainst the gloomy nightcasti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/951589/ I had an epiphany a while ago regarding the idea of fate, how inexorable it is, and how futile it is to try and stop it. This is sort of about coming to terms with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/942848/ from a nightmare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/907433/ What is sin to innocents?Well, nothing one can't elide--a profane taste of forbidden fruits,denied us by caprice,or else divine scorn;or maybe by convention...But once that curtain's cast aside,and we head down the primrose path,does it truly corrupt the soul?Would even that loss b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/906773/ because I had too much to say for the description box. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/884418/ It's a story based on the new game 'Skyrim', written in journal-format. Please read the meta-author's note for more info. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/884402/ le sigh...just something I thought up quickly, because I have posted in a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/771449/ This is really just a pointless thing that I wrote out of nowhere because I haven't written anything in a while and I felt like I needed some practice. Not a true story =p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/717178/ haha. do you get it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/713475/ It's about the first impression of a guy I went on a date with. or maybe it was the second impression? depends on what you think an "impression" is, I guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/713037/ Darling, I address these thoughts to you, sealed in those clumsy kisses you told me that you hated:My heart nudges me, gently but insistent, to give voice to the distillation of a feeling, raw and pure and free from affectation,naked like the glow of your love, the love you promised me forever, that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/712434/ "Monster..."the hushed whisper spills from my lips like acidas I contemplate the twisted visage staring back at me I want to run, I want to hide, I want to disappear, I want to denythe alien thing that calls me it's mind,the cursed shell that keeps me trapped insideA never-ending nightmare,an unacce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/709042/ Well, we all have times when we feel like the proverbial devil and angel are fighting it out on our shoulders; this is my take on that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/709006/ A short story dealing with suicide, the impact it has on different people, and different interpretations of it. *warning* It's pretty sad! based on my real-life experience of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/707222/ I know I'm weird about this, but I actually LIKE Winter...a lot. So every time the Spring comes along, I kind of get sad because all the snow melts. and my allergies get bad again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/707021/ I saw a cloud today, and it was really nice so I wrote a poem about them. It's free verse. Pic unrelated, sort of, unless you're an FF fan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/707014/ It's a very free and loose verse, and not really, uhm, catchy :/ That's done on purpose! This poem is the product of lightly edited automatic writing, and I didn't want to censor myself too much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/704647/ This essay is actually the combination of comments I made on another site, concerning the purpose of writing. I liked what I wrote, so I went back and edited them, and now I'm posting it here ^^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/704645/ I was trying to stay up late and write something to put on this site, but I kept falling asleep :( so I came up with this. It seems good now, but I will probably not like it in the morning....ah well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aarontastic/703502/