http://slow.writerscafe.org/ImBryonyKate The original writings of author Bryony Kate en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109887 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm just playing around trying to get some creativity flowing and thought I would share :) Inspired by prompt two from here http://www.writerscafe.org/courses/How-To-Be-A-Better-Writer/6335/Some-Wri http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/1163304/ I'm going away soon and was thinking about airports; I think better when I write down my thoughts. A little rambling, I guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/1161209/ I suck. Based off the lyrics from Paolo Nutini's song, These Streets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/1066055/ Still stuck with no inspiration :( Been writing a lot of abstract stuff based on lyrics from songs, this is inspired by Kings of Leon's song Talihina Sky, also the name of their documentary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/1066048/ Based on the amazing song Follaton Woods, by Ben Howard. The lyrics inspired me to write this :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/1045281/ This is not a poem - Merely a piece of random rubbish! I was in the mood to write ;-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/955640/ I didn't know where I was driving until I turned onto the drive. Taylor answered immediatley.'Blake - Hey. What are you doigh here, but, just so you know... Totally not faling for the "I'm Ill" s**t, ' She raised her eyebrows before frowning and saying, 'Actually, why the hell are you here?''I don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/811066/ I caught a cab home. I was still biting back tears as I paid and ran into the hosue. I curled onto my sofa, my mind playing it's own movie, a movie of Riley shooting his baby niece, Riley kissing another girl, moments after kissing me. I was so lost in my own thoughts, I barely heard the light knock.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/804895/ Did this almost 2 years ago but thought I'd post it anyway,xxx http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/794529/ Nothing left, No hope, just mess,A medely of confused emotions spinning in circles,Coiling at the back of ones mind,A never ending array of hatred targetted towards you,Lies and bitterness, Attacked by it each day. A single soul, helpless,Still able to see what the fake smiles portra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/794093/ I was greeted by Taylor at the end of the lesson, her expression told me everything I needed to know, I held my hands up in mock surrender,'I've just had an earful off Lewis, I don't need a lecture from you too.''A lecture? Blake... what's wrong with you? Ever since you've started hanging around wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/785002/ 'Blake? You're phone's ringing.' I squinted through my lashes to see Riley leaning against the frame of the door, his hair was wet and his jeans hung low on his hips, I noticed a bloody slash across his left cheek. I felt for my phone, finding it on the floor.'Hello?' I yawned,'B, it's Taylor.''Oh h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/784998/ When we got back to his apartment he locked the door before collapsing onto the soffa, patting the space next to him. I curled myself onto the sofa opposite, hugging a cushion against my chest.'I don't know where to start...' Riley whispered, pulling off the blood soaked shirt and wiping the back of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/784990/ 'Oh My God!' I whispered,'Do not respond!' Riley hissed sliding the drinks off the bar and handed mine to me, then we left to the other side of the club where we found an empty sofa. I sipped quietly at the pink drink in my Martini glass as Riley focused on Darren. I had never seen a gun. I had seen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/784485/ By lunchtime I had found a cute dress, a long sleeved black dress that fell to the top of my thigh in sheer black material, the gold embelishments around the neckline and wrists were the main thing that made me pick it up. But right now I was resting with my head in Riley's lap licking at the ice cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/784463/ The next day, when I arrived in English, I noticed Riley. Sitting in the back corner on his cell, he glanced up at me with a smile and nodded for me to sit next to him. I dragged out the chair besides him and pulled my books out from my bag, throwing them onto the desk.'Hey,' I murmured,'Hey,' He sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/783525/ I saw him the moment I stepped into the classroom. Sitting in my chair with his eyes, hidden by the Ray Ban's, fixed on the cell in his hand. A snug black tee clung to his well defined chest and as I paused in the doorway I noticed him glance up at me with his eyebrows raised, a tiny smug smirk acro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/783516/ I pulled the apron around my waist, my eyes catching anunfamiliar customer, he was sitting at a table in the far corner with his eyes,hidden by the Ray Ban's, fixed on the cell in his hand. His high cheek bones,narrowly straight nose and gorgeously contoured jaw were framed by a darktangle o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/781470/ Just an abstract piece I've been working on recently, not sure what it's to turn into. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/780205/ A photo of a girl clenched tight in his fist,A photo of a girl he so dearly missed,An apology note, she was leaving for Brooklyn,Tucked in his wallet, a recipt for a ring.A Colt 45 inside of his jacket, His iPod headphones, still making a racket.Some cigarettes, A lighter,Lots of wounds, A figh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/736414/ Riley. The new boy from New York with the black hair and bright blue eyes and that look on his face that just screams danger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImBryonyKate/735120/