http://slow.writerscafe.org/ashen The original writings of author Ashen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016691 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A story of an anorexic girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/1168251/ If life is just a dream,Why dont you wake upWhen you pinch yourself?Why does the pain seem so real,And why does it never end? I mean, you have to wake upSometime.Sometime soon, near in the future.But why am I not awake now then?How does this nightmare ever end? Do all dreams come to an end.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/982171/ Wind Blows Through a lonely lanewhere oncewitches were hangedleft on the gallows,maimed. now lifelessdespised of love overgrown and lonely. gravestones in the cemeteryare no morejust piles of stones in the ground. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/831077/ Broken soulsIn two piecesDoppelgangersAn inseperable pairOpposites attractBody and mindHeart and soulWhich one is you?One part drifting awaySilently in the wind.The other rooted to the groundTangled with ivyTwisted realityReal or a dream,Life or a lie? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/831073/    There was but one huntthat was the start of a new me. Let me tell you the story of that fateful day.The Hunt.   My pack and I lopedsilently through the woods. A herd of deer bounded along beside us, unaware ofour presence. We circled the herd, drawing in closer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/750374/    I am Aella Dione. I amthe wild. I used to be civilized, living as a princess, waiting to be marriedto someone I’ve never met. My younger brother would get to be king, given thatwomen had no power in our country. Everyone I knew had called me strange andthough that I sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/748714/ A different voice speaking,A different heart inside your chest,All you did was meant for the best.Never knewThat it was you,Broken and taken away,Lacking love.Drowning in hate.Couldnt have thought straight,Emotions colliding in a hurricane,Rolling around in your heart.Waiting for the time to bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/746208/ A broken hearts still bleedinAnd it keeps me up all night.And though your miles away now,And out of my sight,Your lies and treachery are still here,Inside of my mind.Your perfection is all faux,Your deception my demise. You told me that you loved me,Made me feel all right,Then you whispered tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/746203/ Im working on finding myself. theres one special person in my life who is helping me but has absolutly no idea about it. every day i get closer to me, finding more of I when i text him. :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/745232/ This is a book about a girl, Aella Dione, who runs away from home to live with the wolves. She meets a young man, older than herself and falls in love with him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/740983/ Little do they knowThat I am comingSeeking RevengeFor a broken heartA broken me. Little do they knowThat they wereThe demise of me,That they wereThe cause of my death. Little do they knowThat I've never shownThe real me,Afraid of what might happen,Afraid of myself. I've remained hidde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/740338/ I've never been me,Always hidden in a corner,Crying in my room,Talking in my sleep.Thats all people know of me. They never thought to ask,Who are you really?Or How are you really? I always answered in lies,Afraid to show who I truly was. If only he had come,Earlier on,Others would kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/737589/ When all you know is,That you are alone,Wanting something more,In love,In life. When all you care about is,You suffering and regret,Heart full of pain,Tears dripping down. When all I can think about,Is you,All I know is true,I've never loved anyone but you. So why?Have I nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/736937/ Some say they keep the memories alive,Photos do.They think that they can capture the moment,Trap the magic,Keep the beauty alive,Hold the essence within their grasp. They lie, like everyone else.Photos only hold a boring imageThat may provokeA memoryTo come backInto your mind,To help you h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/735820/ The heart beats slowly,Full of love,Waiting to beReleased.Waiting to showThe truth. The heart beats slower,Empty of all hatred,Full of all love.Waiting to let go,Wanting to know,The truth. The heart beat.Stops.Gone goes the love.Gone goes the truth.The heart beats.Are gone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/735610/ If you only knewHow i stared at youFrom across the roomDuring class. Wishing you wouldnotice me and smile. All i ever dreamed about was youand if you wouldlook at me and smileit would make my life worthwhile. The day you finally noticed mefeels like a dream,with only youand me in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/733829/ They woke to the sound of marching soldiers. Ashen’s faceturned even paler than usual, her naturally red lips standing out even more.A foreboding sense of dread seemed to circle them, stillholding each other closely. Rayel muttered, “Oh God. I think it’s them. If it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/733825/ neverending sorrowneverending paincloaked in hatedrowned in hopeall u see is blacknesscaused by those whohate with all their heartscreams of agony echo throughout. love is gone no more is lifeas it was once knownthe world is the trueliving Hell onceknown as the apocalypseis now realityonce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/732395/ You have love, hate, sorrow,and so much more.people to live with,and people to laugh with.rain to wash away your tears,to take away your fears.why not imagine?you can have a world to yourself,neverending wonder, love, curiosity.satisfy your every craving,make your wishes come true,create your perfec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/732389/ comfort from him,a shoulder to cry on,arms to cuddle in,a destiny to fulfill with,a craving to kill,a longing to be no more,lips soft and sweet,caring look in his eyes,you know you love him truly,someone to rely on,a protector of you,strong but gentle,sweet but powerful,grateful for who you are,neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/732385/ LOve is suicide,hate is comfort,sorrow is pain,letters never sent,cuts deeper than they seem,misery with nop one to comfort you,killing silence with screams of agony,dancing is a time of sadness,music is like love; suicide. in the end,fire and ice shallconsume all likelove and hate,causing neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/732381/ WHats the point in life?If no one loves you?Whats the point in joy?If theres none to be found?I dont know what is wrong now,But nothing is good.So whats the point in life?If its not worth living?Whats the point in love?When all it is is lies?Whats the point in sorrow?If theres no more emotion? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/732377/ If only you couldCry me a river,A river of love,A river of sadness,A river to look after. If only you could,Cry me a river,Prove yourself,Show me your love.Show me you truly care. If only you would,Cry me a river,Teach me how to feel,Comfort me,Cry for me,Protect me from every ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/732364/ Together we laughed, together we played.Never again would you recall that day.The first, last and only time we kissed,we were laughing so hard you nearly missed.Its now or never, time to forgive,time to say, its with you i want to live. But now your gone, left me for nothing.Broken our love, lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/732343/ people say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, that with one deep look you can understand everything. they think that you can just walk up to someone, take a deep look and know exactly what is wrong. that isnt true. eyes can lie, just like souls can. eyes can decieve, tear someone apart, make.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/729061/ When you feel as if part of youIs missing, is gone,And you wonder what broke,Wonder what was stolen.You cry like no tomorrow,Til tears come no more.Then you draw into your own world,The world of despair.Nothing can help,Nothing can dry the tears.You grow older year by year,Neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/716496/     The ashes fluttered down from the heavens, like a gentle snowfall. The blood of those long gone lay in puddles on the ground, slowly being soaked up by the earth, its spoils of the battle. The sky was never-ending gray in every direction, as far as the eye could see. The clouds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/716483/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashen/716462/