http://slow.writerscafe.org/hannahlisme The original writings of author Parachutes and Sunshine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018868 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The road is empty aheadBut all I can see is potentialWheel in center, window on left, My head in the cloudsFingers can’t help but dance delicately,Tracing the wheel like you trace my faceThe wind always blows in these thingsThese feelings They smell like the breeze and black ice ai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/1634256/ It's a hard thing to realize that what you want more than anything is exactly what you may never be able to have. Spending all this time pining for this, hoping, planning, it's all useless. Never quite letting go or getting attached elsewhere in hopes of one day, maybe just one day, the pieces will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/1470613/ I felt inspired to write this when i was listening to the song Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots one time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/1433545/ i breathe deep, breathe slowfor the atmosphere to consume my lungskeep my heart beatingblood streamingone slow inhaleso vitalso simpleexpected to workuntil it doesn'tbreathing in expecting airbut getting death insteadmy heart reached out expecting your affectionbut got death instead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/1226683/ For an English assignment, I had to write a short, alternate ending to the book Frankenstein. This was very quick and not very planned or great, but some fans of the book might enjoy it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/1177870/ What if not every kind of love is made for every kind of person?There's stranger love. Like when you see a helpless homeless fellow on the side of the road, or you see a mentally challenged teenager getting constantly ridiculed at school, every single day. And maybe it's as simple as seeing the pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/1175888/ My heart is broken in the best way.My heart is broken in the worst way.There's a thread connecting every part of me,and if one delicate breeze were to arrive,I would collapse. You can make me collapse.But it makes me feel alive.I'm discovering feelings that are new.Scary, beautiful feelings.Feelings.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/1133273/ This is my assignment for the first day of AP lang, the instructions are "Write about a event which significantly impacted your life" I want to make a good first writing impression, so feedback? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/1032823/ I had to write a mini story for spanish, so I decided to put it on here. For anyone who can speak spanish, enjoy! Note: this was when i was in spanish 2, so the grammar may not be great http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/941289/ There weren't many people who could make me feel that way,who could make me feel invincible,make me feel worthy of happiness,and of love.There was only one in fact.There was only you.Your words danced through me,like a perfectly composed piece of music.Filling me to the brim with pure bliss and sere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/908863/ This was something I realized when we suddenly only ordered our chinese food for three people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/823200/ Someone please explain to me how one simple feature,one seemingly meaningless feature,could cause such an uproar.However, it's unavoidable.Like a blinking sign on my face,telling everyone to ignore my personality,ignore any good thoughts of me,and only focus on it.It really is a selfish little .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/777890/ Dear you,  It would be a lie if I said I didn't miss you, that I didn't think about you constantly. It's like you used to be the air I breathe, and now that's suddenly gone. Like suffocation of the heart. Slow, excruciating suffocation.  It was always second nature to me, to go to you, to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/722283/ We're doing Shakespeare in english now. So we had to write a sonnet. It's completely fictional though. (this was 8th grade) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/712417/ I didn't know you well,And that's the sad thing,Because now I never will,Never can.I often think of you now,I think about what you were like,Laugh at some of the stories I have heard,Occasionally shake when I get that thought: You're not coming back.It seems now that you're gone,I feel like I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/712026/ This is fiction... with a little of my thoughts sprinkled in there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/712015/ This is a found poem, which is when you take lines/words from the book and throw them together to form a poem. This one is from To Kill A Mockingbird. I did it for an english assignment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/704942/ The news hit me hard.Although it was not directly related to me, I supposeBut nonetheless, it hit me.Maybe it was partly because it was such a shock.That only a few people saw this coming, I wasn't one of them.Though it would have been just as stinging if I was forewarned.This whole thing just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahlisme/704865/