http://slow.writerscafe.org/Storymaker The original writings of author Lexi Day en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776383732 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Cheated and run down, alone but thankful. Stuck behind closed doors, with curtains with no hatch. Stuck to rot with the memories, the memory of a tainted heart, shedding tears covered in black. Stuck alone with the otherside judging mirrors. She never knew how broken she was, till she ran .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Storymaker/2788960/ He pressed his hand against the freezing cold of her bleach - like skin. Toxic to others, but so light against his hand, he could barely remember their words. The words that always seemed to spiral from bleak raspberry and cherry-flavored lips. She ran from him, ran from everyone who dared to come c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Storymaker/2788958/ There was no conversation, they never shared their doubts, no only pillows and blankets were passed about. Though they drifted apart, the memories still bind as they bend. I tried, but we never reverted back. I folded the pages, turned them about a zillions time, still the black, inky, pages could n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Storymaker/2788957/