http://slow.writerscafe.org/ChamomileTea The original writings of author ChocolateBird en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027404 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Prologue: My name is Belladonna. Belladonna Frost. I didn’t think anything that happened in the past month would happen like it did. I didn’t think that being a protector of witchkind would be so hard. I thought being apart of the High Society would be all fun and games until we had to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/2031713/ 7 witches become apart of the witch High Society and help fight to save witchkind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/2031711/ The sky is starless, the air is still, my vision is distorted, when I see you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/2030826/ I can't stop cryingI can't stop screamingI'm broken, can't you see?I don't feel happyall i can do is scream at a mirror.I just want the pain to go awaythe moods range from happy, to sad, to angry, to happy again.I wishThatI Didnt Existin the first place... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/2030810/ Endlessswirls of colorEndless clouds ofwonderEndless trails of whimsy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/2003329/ Life is like a cake.You eat one slice,then you feel fat because you accidentally ate the whole cake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1996513/ Let's go takea ride through outer spaceescape our fearsescape our issuesescape everythingand just floatin outer space http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1996512/ Friends love you for who you are.It can be your darkest day, your darkest hour, your darkest second,but your friends lift you back into the light.It could be a day where nothing goes right, where everything is black and white,but your friends bring the paintbrush that bring the color back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1989366/ "Dear Diary" I wrote. "Today was yet another day of torment from Carmel Vendetta and Mia Morren. They made fun of my new dress, the blue one. They said it looked more like a saggy horse blanket than a dress. Then they made Zander and Zach Boise throw dirt at me." Tears dripped onto the page of my li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1988652/ Welcome to Babbleigh.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1988646/ In the village of Babbleigh, two girls find themselves and each other. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1988645/ Please don't get too close                                        or my demons will get you                             &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1987384/ Life is a dark hole, life is a cake, it depends on the time of day.Death is hell, death is heaven, death is nothing.Life is hell, but it gets better sometimes. Death is like Pandora's box, but opening death just brings more anxiety and more depression.Life is like a glass of wine, with enough g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1985733/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1985729/ She laid there                         dying slowlyin her friend's arms.                                        Her friend we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1985375/ You're walking down the street of a town filled with homophobic people. Don't hide your pride,be proud of who you are!You'll get glared at and stared at and you'll hear a million whispers about what you are. But who cares? Be you! This is who YOU are, not who they are! Be yourself, show your pride! .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1984181/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1983890/ My dear don't be sillyYou think you can be me?You aren't far enough crazy!I have been insane for many years!Well let me just say in the nicest way,that you can be Alice and I'll be the Mad Hatter! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1983481/ I'm bleeding, I'm on my kneesI'm bleeding, help me pleaseI'm bleeding, noone can hear my pleas I'm bleeding, I'm feeling faintI'm bleeding, my blood is paintI'm bleeding, I am not a saintI'm bleeding, I'm slowly dyingI'm bleeding, Hear me good-byingI'm bleeding, At least I was tryingI'm bleedin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1980038/ rub a dub a dubthere are snakes in the bathtubrub a dub a dub http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1978998/ Memories, Memories. Memories can be horrible Memories can be despicableIt's like you always rememberthe bad memoriesand  you never rememberthe good memoriesSometimes I wish i couldopen up my mindand push the bad memories into the trash binso then i could neversee them again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1978996/ Sitting in classEveryone is loudNo one listens to the teacherPencils and paper strewn across the floor Lecture timethe moment the teacherquiets down the classeveryone is quieteveryone is half asleepIndependent workthe air is filled withtip taps of keyboard keysor the scritch scratch of pencils .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1978960/ It was cold out and Emma Morrey was running through the snow. Her pants were torn and her arms bore cuts and scratches. The murderer who had been wreaking havoc all over town had finally reached Emma's house an hour prior, and her brother was killed. She had escaped alive, but the killer was hunting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1978626/ Autumn, oh what a sweet seasonThe leaves blow around in the windIt's cold but not too coldSipping lattes and wearing sweaters and scarvesAutumn, oh what a sweet season http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1978618/ My head's a poundin' i cannot think my paper is filled with scribbles of inkI do not know what to writethe writer's block is taking overI cannot think what should i do my head is all askew  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1978617/ I hold a pen in my handIt's plastic barrel full of inkthe smoothness of the pen as it glides on paper is so soothing to meisn't the pen so awfully grand? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1978601/ Are you blind? Can't you see? I've always loved you, do you love me? I've been here forever,and you know i have, but you ignore me like I'm a freak. Can't you see? I've loved you for as long as the sea has existed, and maybe even more than that. Can't you see? I love you, but you will never love me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1978156/ I've been waiting for you foreverThe winds keep whispering your nameEveryday is dreary without youWhy do i hold the winds of sorrowinstead of the winds of change? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1978152/ Life is like weather.One day is full of sunshine and happiness.The next is like a thundershower.Even though the thundershower days are awful,just remember to keep your chin upbecause life just a huge roadblock on your racetrack. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChamomileTea/1977754/