http://slow.writerscafe.org/Victoire The original writings of author Autumn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123329 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 borderline evil we judge ourselves by intentions and others by their actions. but that is irrelevant for me. my intentions are my actions. i will only show you everything from my eyes - it la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/1432636/ Story based on a drawing I did - the picture is the drawing I did. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/1238283/ This is my memoire, it's my real story, my life. No exaggeration, this is exactly how I recall all the events that happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/1219695/      The curtains danced with the winter wind. The bedroom was swallowed in darkness but a few candles half dead melting on the nightstand. The shadows monsters were eating the pale pink walls. Despite the cold wind blowing, the remaining candles were still fighting, burning alone the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/1001830/ This is my story, my real life with an eating disorder. Nothing has been changed, nothing exaggerated. This piece was my assignment to write for my University. Hope you will enjoy it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/988707/ I grow wild, young and bewitching One of many, I'm a dark roseI glow in the dawn of your love Come to me and touch me  I whisper slowly monstrosities That sound deliciously sweet to your earsSuch kissable petals I wearBut deadly toxic to the first bite So fragile at the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/950695/ Drawing in the darkScratching my skinThe ink drops downThe paper slowly drinking  Closing my eyesTrusting my handsFor now censured wordsAre imprinted on the flesh Wipping death on a bladeMy arm is now immune To the slices done in the pastWill today be the end?  Opening .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/950693/ Stare at my wrist, those white seams along them sing a nightingale. Hiding under my sleeves, they become a secret from the world I love; I hate. Some are young; some are old as my birth. No jewellery to cover them. They're my own pride; they're only mine. Worries. A little afraid, per.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/950692/ This poem is from the point f view of a tauro in a tounament that take place usually in Sevilla, Spain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/950690/ It was a tough work sometimes. Well, it was tough everyday. I think without us throwing some dark jokes from time to time, we wouldn’t be able to continue working here on a good path. Last night for example my colleagues and I were on a car and motorbike accident, and a man was lying .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/844203/ This was my very first poem that I wrote in my university lecture. Let me know what you think of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/844199/ The shadows of the blood-moon kissedHer curves, smoothly uncoveredWhat I could no longer resistI call it love, you call it rape This sultry excitement is my sinA faster heartbeat as I smellThe sweat running down her skinSweet nude beauty as the sheets feel Now awake, her yelp makes me angr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/844198/ Overfed or starved,Could any be best?Dead or unborn?The choice is already made I can barely keep myself aliveI would end up killing this childLooking at him starving awayAs I could never poison the one I love When I borrow food, I mean it!I can make warm porridgeOr any kind of pureeAt any .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/844196/ When what you want is behind a door,Be careful what you are wishing for.As only I have the key,To make your deepest wish be.Release the dream you most adore, butIt will come back closer than before.My spell will take you to the deep,But your soul you cannot keep.Playing with witches is not wise,Beyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/844195/ I breathe a little further inImagine my reflection thinWish the scale would show me I'm lighterWould it make me feel much better?What lies before your eyes is sureReflection makes your vision pureClear as ice but worth the priceMy life becomes a roll of diceThe more you learn, the less you knowAnd t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/844193/ I was born at dawnThe feet in my graveBlossoming my brawnI could only be brave. Your corpse left aheadI grow to be strongerDeath won't bow my headNever like you, mother. Wisdom dug my skinI now see my deathWith her little grinSo soon my last breath. So now I bow my head to see the tod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/844191/ This is the short story from the point of view of a blind girl who is accused from witchcraft in a boarding school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Victoire/844188/      His athletic arms tightened around my upper waist, and the stronger he compressed me against his naked chest, the more I felt an acute pain on my side. 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