http://slow.writerscafe.org/artsy_11200 The original writings of author Artsy11200 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776239267 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Marilyn knew she wasn’t the average girl. She knew average girls weren't shoved into their lockers each time they were seen. She knew average girls weren't harassed, bullied, and called names all through sixth grade. But today was nothing less than different. First day of seventh grade, and it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2056533/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2056532/ I hear a voice in my headTelling me what to do Sometimes I don't listen to himAnd then things start to go blueHe helps me with my homeworkHe helps me to act right And when I refuse to do these thingsthen we start to fightNobody believes me No one thinks he existsBut I believe that Ray.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2032804/ We are all lonely in this big collective worldWe say that we are alone in our struggles when someone is dealing with the exact same things as usWe don't take the risk that is making a new friend in fear of being betrayed We are alone togetherWe sit together, but do not talkWe work together, but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2031435/ "Why am I not good enough?""Was it something that I said?""Why do I do everything wrong?"Says the voices in my headMaybe I'm not prettyOr intelligent in fact Or maybe I am just to awkwardI don't know how to actI'll never live up to their standardsI'll never be good enoughI don't know what to do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2031057/ I want to try againTo get a new fresh startBut they won't let me shed my skinThey only break my heartI sit at a new tableWith a new friendBut they all are still mad at meNothing changed in the endI'm going to get my hair cutA new appearance will do Inside I'm still the same sad person, Wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2030772/ I sent a message to him at 3:06I'm waiting for him to respond He hasn't texted in a whileAnd now I'm a bit nervousEven though he left me a while backI still worry for his compositionI still love himHe does not love meI think he will respond with a quick "Are you ok?" And it would make.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2030619/ I sit near a fireWith the people I knowAnd a shadow casts darkIt wasn't there, a minute agoWe all huddle closeMarshmallows in handBut I saw somethingNo one else understands A shadowy black figureWith a top hat and caneAnd the air blew softerThe closer it cameI pointed behind usSo the others wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2030526/ I feel a thousand eyes staring me down,As I made my biggest mistake. I see the irritation in their eyesAs my confidence started to break.I feel a thousand hands pushing me downAnd suddenly I cannot breathe.They all laugh and ignore my painI'm hiding the truth that lies beneath.  A sal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2030521/ I put on my fake smile for the day and walk outsideWe all wear our fake smiles to hide our problemsWe hide from our issues and strugglesI hide mine the bestI hide my silent cries with laughterBut sometimes, I show my true selfAnd they laugh at mehiding their own cries too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029838/ I did not know what I did wrongHe took me to places, I did not belongHe carved my heart open, and left me to bleedBut as soon as he left me, I only felt freedI cried every hour, night and dayI changed my appearance, but my heart still felt greyHe didn't seem to care, when I felt downAnd in my own te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029458/ It was the first day of school for Lucy, very stressful for her. She had been put in a special needs class and was treated like a baby. Even though her arms worked very well, the aids at the school would do everything for her. Spoon food into her mouth, do worksheets for her, draw for her, even move.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029454/ It was a week until the first day of school. Ryan was very weak. He had been attached to a breathing machine that helped him breathe. Lucy had visited him several times throughout the month, but he was asleep, or wanted her to leave. Ryan had lost all of his hair from the cancer and was completely b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029453/ Ryan’s mom was in the hospital up until the last month of summer. Ryan was still sick, even after a few weeks, since they were in the hospital Ryan took the liberty of going to a nearby doctor to ask if he was ok, “Excuse me sir, I have been sick for over a few weeks now, and I want to c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029452/ Ryan went in for treatment the next day. He didn’t wait as long this time, but it was still quite a while. When he got in, the doctor sat him in a cold room where they would remove the spot. He sat down and the doctor had a cold bag of ice on the side of the table. The doctor came into the roo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029451/   Ryan was now a little sick, he had a head cold. He had it for a few days now, and it wasn’t getting better. He started getting a weird spot on his skin, it was big and covered a centimeter of his arm. His mother felt suspicious and took him to the doctor. “It feels like I have be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029450/      It took a few days to notice that Lucy wasn’t completely paralyzed. One day, they were sitting in the recovery room when Lucy pointed at a cup, she was thirsty. Her mother stood up and started clapping, a tear rolled down her face. Lucy could not speak, never aga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029448/ Ryan woke up that afternoon groggy and tired, he had multiple sun burns and blisters. He looked around the house but his mother wasn’t there. “She is probably running an errand,” he thought. He was very hungry and his stomach began to rumble. He wasn’t a great chef but he cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029447/ Ryan was home now, but had to lay in bed the entire day! Just like Lucy. His mom brought him a nice cold breakfast for breakfast in bed. A cup of orange juice, cold oatmeal, and a cold egg. “Yuck,” he mumbled. He chewed in tiny bites, and only enjoyed the orange juice. He had to wear a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029446/ Ryan was in the hospital with 2nd degree burns, blisters, sunburns, and all. Hundreds of ice bags wrapped around him to keep his body cool. His mother had burns at some point, so she didn’t worry much about him. She still stayed in the room with him, holding his hand while tears flowed out of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029241/ Ryan woke up as soon as he could, he had then gathered all the supplies he needed for the beach. “Towel, beach chair, boogie board, goggles, swimsuit, sun glasses.” He packed them all in a tote bag, and went downstairs to pack a few sandwiches, “PB&J? Check. Cucumber and cream .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029240/   Ryan called Lucy the next day, “Hello! How’s your arm?” He asked. “Better, still can’t pick up stuff though,” she answered. “That sucks,” “Yeah, you want to come over?” She asked. “Sure! Give me about an hour and I’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029239/ As soon as Ryan heard this news, he called Lucy’s parents to see if she was ok. They didn’t answer, but he was not surprised. He tried again, and they did answer, on the phone was Lucy’s mother, “Hello?” “Hi, this is Lucy’s friend Ryan, is she going to be ok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029238/ He woke up in his bed at home, a cup of water to his side. He drank the water and looked at his clock, “7:00? Jeez, I slept in.” He waltzed downstairs and smelt bacon and eggs. And he felt a lot better, he sat down at his table and instead of eggs and bacon, was handed breakfast pizza! &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029237/ Ryan stayed in the closet, he didn’t dare make a sound. He wondered what would happen to Lucy, to the vet. He peeked out of a hole in the closet door, and the murderer was gone. The vet was on the phone calling 911, then he peered down at Lucy, she was shot in the arm. Ryan didn’t feel w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029236/ The night before, Ryan forgot to set his alarm for 8:00, so he woke up at 9:45. He had to spring out of bed, get dressed, and eat breakfast. He skimmed the fridge only to find no eggs or bacon! He only had a cup of milk, and had to run out the door as soon as he could. It was 9:55 now, he had to spr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029234/ Ryan smiled at the text, but before he could reply, he heard the sound of bacon, eggs, and a timer going off. He new eggs and bacon were coming his way, but what could the timer be. Then he realized, and without thinking screamed “BREAKFAST PIZZA!!!!” as he ran downstairs. His sat down a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029207/ Ryan’s parents ran to him at full speed and hugged him as tight as they could, still crying. Ryan then asked, “What’s the big deal?” They looked at him and replied, “That man could have killed you!!” Ryan was confused, he just looked like a simple old man. “.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029206/ Ryan woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring in his ear, he laid in bed for awhile before getting up to eat breakfast. He had a quick meal of Reese’s Puffs and a cup of orange juice, he brushed his teeth several times before getting on his suit and tie. He looked in the mirror and smiled, hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029205/ Ryan’s stomach felt weird, but he kept running. Ryan thought a girl would never want to work with him, but she did. Ryan arrived at his study hall and sat down. The teacher inspected the kids and asked, “Would anyone like to go to the library?” Ryan threw his hand up so fast, it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029204/ Ryan woke up to the sound of sizzling bacon and eggs cooking down stairs in the kitchen. He got out of bed with messy hair and a smile on his face. He brushed his hair and sat down at the table to eat breakfast, “ Good morning sleepy head!” said his mom placing the meal in front of him. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029202/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsy_11200/2029199/