http://slow.writerscafe.org/jetstorm The original writings of author Natasha Montgomery en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776382641 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 IntroductionA well-functioning plumbing system is the backbone of any comfortable and functional home or business. In McLean, Virginia, residents and businesses rely on expert plumbers to maintain their plumbing systems and address any issues that may arise. From minor leaks to major plumbing emerge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/2863140/ My Mom is a great Mom. She, and my Dad, have always done the best by me and my brother, Nick. She was always running her a*s off; cooking, cleaning, teaching, driving. Whatever had to be done, my Mother did it. Her and Dad couldn't always afford to give us what we wanted, but they certainly provided.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1982630/ My first relationship was when I was 13, shortly after I decided to stop playing pretend. I was young, naive, not very romantic at that age. The older I get however, the more of a hopeless romantic I become, maybe because of an increasing desperation. My Mom drove a school bus and I would wake .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1982611/ My earliest memory, I must've been 3 or 4 years old. The memory itself is bronzed, aged, like an old newspaper. Although, it could've just been the time of day. Or maybe it's not even a memory, watching the memory in my head is a position I often see in my dreams, called the observer. I see myself, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1982608/ I've always wanted to write a book, but never thought myself that interesting to where someone would want to read a book about me. Written...by me. It's not that I don't think I'm an interesting person, s**t! I'm the most interesting person I know. Maybe that's because I just know myself really well.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1982570/ Working title...IDK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1982564/ Oppressive loneliness. Not the feeling of being alone that gives you freedom; like being the only person awake at 3:30 in the morning, speeding down the barren highway as if you were in post-apocalyptic wasteland and had reign over the once bustling street. Oppressive loneliness.One.One al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1982552/ F**k it.What's the worst thing that could happen? We get our hearts broken again? That's nothing new. We waste time? If it does work, it's not a waste.If it doesn't, what is time in the grand scheme of things? We have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1977059/ I wish I could tell you,without overwhelming you,without pushing you away,without making you feel like you have to defend yourself, thatwithout a doubt in my mindI love you. I wish I could tell you,without fear,without insecurity, without you making me feel like I have to defend mysel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1975149/ Maybe I'm deluding myself. Maybe I'm just pretending to have feelings and none of this is actually real.Like feelings are some sort of sick, twisted, coping mechanism for non-existence. I miss the days when I would pretend to be a unicorn with wings, running around in the woods.Living a fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1975146/ When it's bad... It's hell. Ravaging my mind. Internal and external worlds suffering for it. Ruined relationships, corrupted by self-hate, reaffirm the evil mantras. I'm so sorry for who I am. I know I'm wasted, I'm a lot of things and broken is the least of them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1969944/ Quick!Cover up that hole I just dug! I can see the bones, and the bodies; some decayed, others fresh, while you ignore them.Hide! Let's pretend it doesn't exist! Shallow existences and shallow graves. I want to dig.I want to dig all of the way down.To the center, dark and warm.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1968865/ Vibrations complementing each other.Feel me feel you? Just what I wanted when you held my hand under the table,the chaos of everyone's laughter and good times echoed above, while belowwe bloomed. It felt like a secret even though it was so obvious.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1967736/ "Come here. Just melt into me."I did. Melting into you was cathartic. You didn't mind my stormy mind; swells of tears, with violent gusts of wind from my lungs. Your strong, but not unforgiving, body keeping me anchored. Your gentle, but not weak, voice soothing my soul.You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1967732/ Wrote a journal entry. Decided to shorten it....by a lot! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1965101/ The woods always hold secrets.The leaves whisper them,and the wind carries them away.The woods always have darkness.The sun illuminates them,and the shadows deepen.The woods always hold mystery.They call to wanderers,getting found as they're lost.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1962602/ I fell in love with a stranger today.The sun was setting on the coarse, choppy, water. Wind blowing wisps of the white caps, and littering the brackish water throughout the woods. His children, a girl no more than 6 and her little brother, no more than 2, sitting on a gazebo.Their right si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1962600/ Dusty and dark. Clinking, shuffling of feet, a few mumbles and moans here and there. The entire lot reeked of booze and crack smoke. It was the local drug den-people weren't picky in this town. They were all about whatever flavor was cheapest. Lately, that's been heroin.But don't be fooled, this sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1961863/ Peanuts.The word always gets stuck in my head.Jingle Bells,a mindless, go-to-song, when there is nothing else. As Patrick Star says, "The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma."  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1961861/ I've removed myself from the picture.But here I am.Watching, as time passes. The Observer.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1961860/ It's so very odd to watch the passage of time. Memories I remember like they happened yesterday,yet, so far out of grasp.I can see things happening in my head,yet, struggle to remember the feeling. Always seeking and never knowing.That is the curse.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1961859/ Suffering. I never thought love would be associated with that state of being. Is it supposed to be?You're my muse, my inspiration. At what cost? My happiness? Suffering for you doesn't make me happy.Loving you does...If it were returned my world would be changed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1961580/ Fools don't know any better. That's why they're so happy in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1961578/ My black dog; mean muggin', and thuggin'. He's got that strut, that stare.Watch out! Beware! My black dog; big brown baby eyes. He's got those jowls, he drools.Watch out! It's in pools!My black dog; scar on his thick skull. He's got more around his nose.Where'd he get t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1961117/ Craving the touch of another person.Leaning.Pressing.Pushing.Into me. Skin to skin, bound by sweat and tears. The pounding of blood, rhythms dancing. The weight of a soul is comforting.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1960740/ Hands exposed, cold and bare,ready the mug.Head tired, hazey and heavy, ready the mind. Pot with lid, sitting on the stove,filled to the water mark. "TCK,TCK,TCK,WSSH" the propane fills my nostrils and flame ignites. Licking the pot with lid, filled to the water mark, it steams a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1960478/ Eyes peering, searching a sea of faces.Who will allow me to pick them apart? Heart feeling, searching waves of energy.Who will allow me to consume them? We will feast upon each other. Feeding and nourishing our insides, our souls.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1960475/ Bits and piecesI've left around. Bits and pieces Strewn about.Bits and piecesI've given away. Bits and pieces I, maybe, didn't need. But maybe they did. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1960216/ I looked into those deep chocolate eyes of yours and fell so deep in them. So deep into you. On you. I never look lovers in the eyes. Except you. And I hate it because you've turned what I thought was the start of something amazing into a wound so deep. So deep you've nestled into my flesh, you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1959352/ Uncertainty: not knowing if I should or if you don't want to. Intensity: creation of bonds. Meditation: maintained eye contact. You played me. Whether you meant to or not. I let you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1959329/ My mask shatters when I look at you.I see a picture of you and it reminds me.Reminds me that you don't want me. Those dreams I had of us as a family?Us three? (maybe four one day!?) Shattered because you can't see the face behind. The warm, loving, caretaker. The glowing person who pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1959325/ I miss you. I wantYou in my life. and to bewanted in yours too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1959304/ I stepped out of the truck, the rain still drizzling down, the sky still gray. I could no longer see the sun's rays peeking through. I unlocked the cap to the truck bed, lifted it up, and pulled the tailgate down. I let out a sigh, this was a lot of work. I pulled the heaviest stuff out first-our ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1959064/ I finished my banana and tossed the peel out of the window. "I know you're not a litter bug." "It's a banana peel Dad, it's organic and biodegradable. It came from nature, so it's not littering." Dad made a left into the dive shop parking lot. The drive from the hotel to the Starbucks, to the dive s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1958714/ "BEBEBEBEEP! BEBEBEBEEP! BEBEBEBEEP!" shrilled the alarm clock. 4:30 AM. The block lettering glowed in that familiar, red, light from the night stand that was placed between the double beds. My Dad is always one to get up right away, rarely letting the alarm snooze for more than 10 minutes. I would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1958475/ The true story of when I saw a ghost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1958241/ I've always been misunderstood, ever since I could remember. I always felt I knew more than what people thought I did. I was intuitive and introverted as a child. I think being intuitive asat such a young, developmental, age, helped me develop and mature emotionally. There is this natural under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1957968/ Tell me your secrets, All of us soft on inside,I love hearing them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1957964/ Lately I think more and more about being famous. Not necessarily a celebrity, but world-renowned for a significant contribution to society; whether it be to the arts or sciences. I've always wanted to change the world, in some big way.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1956504/ Take me with you.Into your dark places.Those twisted parts in the back of your mind. Torturous and forgotten, until the thorns stab, probe, and throb into a memory. Eliciting that familiar sinking of your heart, like a stone held in place by rubber bands that have suddenly snapped and collapsed agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1956023/ This is a haiku.Five, seven, and five againsyllables counted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1955427/ Kissing like a storm.Unrestrained and wild, immersed.Getting lost with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1955425/ Sometimes I imagine where my life could go, and live my imaginary life out in it's entirety, in my head. Not living in the present. A dreamer. Sometimes I imagine not having any pets and just leaving, to travel the world by myself. Not a care at all. A gypsy. Sometimes I imagine falling in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1955035/ Listening to some music I would normally dance to pump through my phone's speaker, I think about my life. I'm so full of potential at this place in my life. It's one of those trans-formative places. A crossroads. Being a practical person, who is also creative usually puts me at odds with myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1953760/ Moments we talk, throughout the day, I smile and laugh. It's so easy loving you. Come closer.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1953756/ I reach out to people who seemingly don't want to reach back out to me. Am I really afraid of being emotionally attached to someone? It's something I can only imagine. Being emotionally attached to someone. Being attached to things is much easier. Things are replaceable. People are not. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1952234/ Earth and Water,compliment each other so well.Earth soothes the deep, dark, stormy, chaos of the seas. Embracing and supporting. Water adds dimension, flows, and changes Earth. Lively and loving.Water, so fluid, boring without Earth. Tumultuous and angry. Unforgiving.Earth, so dry, neglected wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1950633/ You wake up before me, as usual. Drinking your coffee, sitting on the couch, watching the news. I make my quiet way.I greet you, without saying a word, embracing my legs around your waist. Kissing your neck, you kiss mine back as you put your coffee on the end table.The news babbles o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1949379/ Just finished some more painting. I discovered I really love painting with oil paints! The color blends so smoothly, you have much more control over how thick or thin you want the paint depending on if you want to see the brush strokes for added textures. You paint in layers, which I really like bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1949000/ I've toyed with the idea that I may be a sex/love addict. I've tried to get to the root of this problem, and I think it stems from multiple things that have happened over the course of my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jetstorm/1948718/