http://slow.writerscafe.org/AngSkywalker The original writings of author Ang en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043902 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The love of your life - who WILL try to kill you in the end. Just for fun, in my feverish state. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngSkywalker/1119281/ The cat had spent the first part of his life living on the street. At first, he had gotten excited every time a human walked by, he had risen his tale and meowed for attention. He was longing for the warm, loving embrace of someone who cared for him. But, as days turned to weeks, he had begun to see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngSkywalker/1063242/ v,v,v,v,v,v,v, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngSkywalker/1063237/ sdffsfsfsfsfsfsfsfs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngSkywalker/1058686/ Freedom is never easyli aquired. Nothing that''s worth something ever is. 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Most.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngSkywalker/941161/ In a week times threeGoodbye expensive teaBecause I will be out of a jobI need to find a bank to rob The bank down the street looks mighty fineBut the teller is a dear cousin of mineThe bank across the street looks filledBut too many security guards will get me killedThe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngSkywalker/886241/ Every morning I wake up with a sigh. Every morning I lie quietly in the dark.Every morning I wish that I hadn't woken up. Every morning I tell myself I'm not good enough. Every morning I listen. Every day I put on my fake smile. Every day I want hide. Every day I wish the d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngSkywalker/886232/ "Raise your glass, love!"I stared at the half filled glass of lemonade in front of me. I wasn't thirsty. I was frozen. "WHY aren't you drinking? Raise your glass and join your father!" He said.I put my tiny hands around my glass and raised it. "Cheers, dad." I whispered. He didn't hear me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngSkywalker/869580/ rerr http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngSkywalker/833442/ I remember the times we were happy. When He read us bedtime stories, played with us and treated us like we were the most important thing in the world. How He kissed Her and they looked happy. I do remember those days. I can't remember when it all changed. It happened slowly, secretly. As I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngSkywalker/829995/ Just about loving someone you shouldn't love, from a distance. 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