http://slow.writerscafe.org/alexispirkle1 The original writings of author xzinickamillana en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053352 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was a gloomy day, and rain poured from outside. Lysandre sat in his bed, drawing a small comic that illuminated how he felt at the time. Sad, depressed, and just one emotion that he could not say in words. Failure? No. Obliteration of my future? Kind of... He sighs, and lays his notebook across h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexispirkle1/2003075/ I wish I was never born, because I hate dying. Dying while I am living, these last minutes, as my nerves stiffen to make my own chains. I can not move, just feel as my insides liquify, and the sickly sweet smell, decomposition covers me. I can hear the vultures flying over me, pecking at my eyes, so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexispirkle1/2002390/ I'm tired of trying to be what you want me to be. I'm feeling so faithless, like I am lost under this surface. I don't know your expectations of me, but I'm under the pressure of trying to be what you want me to be. Every thing I do, every time I try, is just another mistake to you. I've become so e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexispirkle1/2002389/ The moon eclipses the sun, as he raises his head toward the sky. He stands from his death bed, as a tear emerges from his eye. "I gave her everything..." He mutters underneath his breath. The smell of sickly sweet roses overpower the cathedral. The game of life in the chess floor, the black and whit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexispirkle1/2000534/ Her eyes burn in wisps.Flesh steams uncontrollably.Black hands reach out desperately,DON'T BURN ALONE!Covered with all the precious of this world,Scream of a fallen angel,No pupils in those raven eyes,Those eyes behind her ivory mask,Those soulless eyes.Why shall she not rest?Thy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexispirkle1/2000146/ Cold winds blow throughout my gaze,Blowing my happiness away,Blowing my existence out it's way,Cold, cold winds.I gasp but can't breath.My lungs are now debris,This wind is smothering me!Cold, cold winds.My blood is starting to slow,If I die I would already know,With every etch o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexispirkle1/1999300/ Death, Why have you fled from me?Why won't you grant my everlasting wish?I have shooken the hand of dout,And bowed down to thy mercy!Death,Why won't you find me,Your glare is sizzling through my body,THE PAIN IS UNBEARABLE!LIKE FIRE, I'M BURNING!I'M SCREAMING, I'M HURTING!Death,The blood has co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexispirkle1/1999284/