http://slow.writerscafe.org/theopenbook The original writings of author theopenbook en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013761 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 she is free or is she not? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/773290/ the scene outside is the way we see it:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/769208/ some people are there when you just don't see them:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/761807/ Chapter 4 The President of the G.O.N.E was an oldbalding man- soul in his early fifties who had been a judge in his human life.I had heard that his son had deliberately plotted to kill him because hisfather had refused to save him from the murder, to which his father was awitnes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/760687/ during the monsoon when love was in the rain;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/759281/ i needed to let you go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/757862/ sometimes love is forever:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/755765/ somethings just can't be said aloud http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/752870/ Chapter 3  “Impossible!” Ritesh said. We were sitting in his room at the NGO,which he shared with two other boys of his age. “Its done dude,” I told him as I lay backon his bed and stared off into the ceiling. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/750984/ why does it have to be so hard? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/748504/ sometimes it's better to leave. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/748311/ The Letter (that did not come) I wait every day, my eyes searchingSearching for my heart yet to comeAnd give me the news of my belovedSo that I can give him his heart again. I yearn to smell the yellow parchmentOn which his hands must have movedTo form w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/747261/ Chapter 2 Why the hell did it hadto rain? I hated rains as far asi could remember. Even as a human. They were just too sticky and wet. Mysister, then, usually used to burst into a dance and would go misty eyed overits romantic feel but really i never got the point o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/746555/ Chapter 1 We both froze as shesaw me. I saw a girl while shesaw a floating transparent being and it was impossible to measure the magnitudeof her shock. She must be someonewith the Sight. I told myself; after all they are the only beings that can seeu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/746549/ Sometimes i wonder whatwould have happened if my life wasn't what it was now. If people could reallysee me for real. If i was a person instead of being just a wisp of air. And of course i alwayswonder, every second of my non-existent life, what would have happened if i wasalive... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/746547/ a wandering soul finds solace in the eyes of a human girl. can their love survive the barriers of their different worlds? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theopenbook/743709/