http://slow.writerscafe.org/Madeline%20Shay The original writings of author Madeline Shay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048320 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 That SummerThat was the summer Itried to run away.That was the summer Icouldn’t run.The summer I stoppedrunning.That summer, I lostmy best friend.(Though not in theway you would think.)That was the summer Iroamed the suburbs on my bike.That constant summ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeline-Shay/780633/ The Fourth FloorIt was the fourth floor hallwayat the Stanley Hotel.I didn’t want to believe,but I did.There are spectral kids in that hallway,or so they say.They said that if you are luckyone of them will hold your hand.A skeptic as always, I held out my handin the middle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeline-Shay/731046/ The Old DresserThe book, the empty piggy bank, a heart carved out of stone, Knick-knacks, an innocent slingshot, a crumpled $5 bill,A crystal trinket with a lion encased inside, a slide whistle,An ancient art project that broke, a ceramic castle of a faraway place,A deck of playing ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeline-Shay/730972/ Painted HouseMy dream was to live in a house paintedbright blue, with cloudy shuttersand a sunny door.I painted my houseand it reflected the sky back to my heart.But the neighbors complainedand the town council made me paint itbeigebeigebeige.Then I realized thatthat wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeline-Shay/730971/ MaybeMaybe the raindrops that I saw were tears.Maybe they fell from a great giant, fraught with grief.Maybe angels are falling from the sky, but you can see right through them.Maybe God filled up a glass with too much water and had to dump it out.I guess the little girl doesn’t know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madeline-Shay/730970/