http://slow.writerscafe.org/mcrouch The original writings of author MCrouch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776265796 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was okay the next morning when Iwoke up, besides the dull queasy feeling in my stomach. I had admitted tomyself that what I’d done was stupid, but I wasn’t sure if I regretted it yet. As I shed my clothes and got in theshower, I noticed the addre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/821476/             Igot to school that morning, but I don’t remember how. My hair was a mess, Iforgot my backpack with all my things in it, and I was still wearing the sameclothes from the day before. And I was drunk off my a*s. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/808528/ Every day of the rest of the week was excruciatinglyrepetitive. I f*****g hated that about school. Doing the same thing over andover every day wore me down, until everything the teachers said flew right overmy head. I didn’t listen to them at all, which left m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/797881/ My eyes unwillingly opened at the shrill sound of my alarm clock, 6:30 on the dot. I let the noise ring in my ears for a while, bringing my brain back to reality. As I became more and more conscious, the black abyss that I called my life came more into focus, and I felt like vo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/793634/ Ugh, sorry this is so short. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/792186/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/792184/ i can hear your namei can see your hearti can feel the dampness of your eyesthe rain will go awaythe cemetery gateswill never look the same to me again.the beautiful utopia of darknesswill take me in its threshold once again.will you walk with me…carry the shovel.will i see crimson flooding t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/791261/ This is just a very small chunk of something new I'm working on. It is a prequel to my story "Burnt". :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/791201/ The last chapter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/790580/ Ryan's POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/790578/ Switches POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/790395/ Switches POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/790177/ Switches POV. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/789488/ Switches POV. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/789487/ Ryan's POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/787724/ Pete's POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/787115/ Pete's POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/786297/ Switches Points of View. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/785179/ Ryan's POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/784339/ Starts in Pete's POV, and switches to Ryan's. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/783407/ Ryan's POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/782759/ Switches between Pete and Ryan's POV. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/782526/ RYAN'S POV RYAN'S POV EVERYONE PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS RYAN'S POV NOW IT SWITCHED. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/782400/             Ourrelationship had grown comfortable. We would still go on walks like old times,talking about life and gossiping about Madison and our band members. The bandknew about Ryan and I. Matt had told them, and they were a little freaked out,but in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/782264/ Pete's POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/781314/ Pete's POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/780685/ Pete's POV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/779931/ Everything that ever happened between Ryan and I was very innocent. He seemed to view me as sort of an immature virgin... but not in a bad way? I don't know. After he told me he was gay, we hung out a lot more often. Funny how that works, isn't it? We spent most of our time walking to unknown desti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/732475/ Then senior year came around.We had spent the entire summer circulating our CD around the area. We didn’t know what would come of it, but our music got a good response from kids, and we liked being told how much we rocked. I had come to realize the feelings I had for Ryan.I stayed up all night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/732451/ Pete's Point of View. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/732449/ Pete's Point of View http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/732446/ Pete's Point of View. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/732445/ Pete's Point of View. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/732443/ Chapter 1: High SchoolPete’s POV:At the beginning of my high school career, the only thing that mattered to me (virtually) was making it big with my band. Playing guitar was a passion beyond anything I’d ever felt before. While most 15 year old boys would say that their passion beyond al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcrouch/732439/