http://slow.writerscafe.org/Whisperofhearts The original writings of author Heartswhispers(Kylie Jensen) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776230268 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Short story Prompt: "i've lost a child and i see her dancing in my dreams, catching memories in jam jars, filled with fireflies." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/744575/ I wish I had the script of lifethat way I'd know I'm saying things rightIf I was to f**k my wordsthe director could just scream CUT. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/744069/ Tempered voices halted if only for a daycalmness though was never to be relied upon.The silence held my scream as it echoed throughout my soulfrustration left my mind and body weakened.Is it better to hold ones tongue than to be dealt the final blowor is it better favored to stand your ground and ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/744068/ Higher Daddy, push harder, DaddyI want to reach the skySwinging high in the breezeimagining I could fly That's when you told me alldreams could come true This was our time togetheralone just me and youI was your princess and you were my brave knightAlways there beside me teachingme wr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742263/ Escaping darkened clouds of scorn and innuendos, I'm met with silence, as I look upon a new horizon. Boats filled with doubt now drift away with the breeze,and painful memories I cast out upon the foreshore.Overwhelming  confidence builds a bridge over my heart,my happiness, no longer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742262/ Drunk again last night , she tried once more to drown her emotions, but her emotions refused surrender.  They grow only stronger, fighting back with a loud brutality she didn't know they could possess. Demons once more sit upon her shoulders, weighing her down, she appears to be sinking, muddie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742260/ Only her toes showed, painted blue poking through the sand, she thought it odd, crisp white sand, tainted blue. She gathered time in her hands and let it slip through her fingers, she never wanted to look at another ticking measure again. The sun she noticed was no longer to be seen, it too seems to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742258/ I lay my head upon your pillow, I don't feel the warmth of you there anymore, and your clothes hang in the cupboard gathering dust. The birds sing songs of sorrow, for they can feel it too, something in the air that reeks of sadness.Old scratched photographs of our happy times line my walls and shel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742256/ No gallery opening, this was her private roomthe choreography, for her alone.She painted the walls the colour of her damaged heart,Black  and blue, depicting bruised and broken.Through a dart gun she spat balls of dark red liquorspilling the blood, that now festered within her.She painted herse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742255/ Daybreak came before sleep could ever be interrupted, she had watched the night sky with darkened thoughts all night. Her eyes lids heavy with layered blankets of depression, she feels defeated before her day even starts.People ask her how she is doing, but it's hard to answer the question "what's w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742254/ The melody sounded, playing gently like the ebb of a flowing tide,peace and calm washed over her instantly. Taken back to mystical days where pipe organs played proudly inreligious dance. This was her sonata, her time. Ivory notes tiptoeing themselves throughout the sands of her mind,leavi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742252/ This debilitating illnessbecomes onewhere flowersmeant to healare nowthe poisonbringing us closerto our loves grave.Flowers, although pretty,only comeas an after thought.Each bouquet representing another failure.Only when you see my tearsdo you realize that once moreI am brokenon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742249/ Broken family, sits at the dinner table, no-one talking,nor looking in each other's eyes.All silent, except for knives and forks clinking, awkwardness no longer interferes in their lives.Broken family, sits in front of the television,faces aglow, in the bristl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742247/ I planted a rose in memory of you,my hands worked the earthtilling soil,forgetting what they were doingas teardrops fell.The sun seemed too bright that day,fresh roots prepared to anchorin earth too perfect, leaves too bright and thirstynot withered like me.Sad silver urn protecting remnants of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742245/ You sit in your hospital room, in a hospital gown, colored green.Surrounded by four empty walls, no personal effects,just fresh scars from yesterday.Your vacant stare a permanent fixture upon the wall, painted fresh, hiding other peoples......... "indiscretions". I wonder is this your fune.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whisperofhearts/742243/