http://slow.writerscafe.org/EstherNight The original writings of author Esther Night en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051779 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We stopped at a diner somewhere in Vermont.Matt sat on the stool next to mine. A blonde waitress, who was about our age asked us about our order. I just going to order a coke. But Matt had to blurt it out."His dad just died" he told her in a horrible whisper. I turned back to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1346178/ "You know what" Jake said pacing back and forth in emergency waiting room, "Maybe this will force him to slow down. You know really stick around.""You're kidding yourself" I smirked."You don't know that." He bit back."Yes I do. I know him. I am him."Then we heard footsteps coming closer. I looked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1346177/ His breath tasted like alcohol. His dick felt huge rubbing against me. His name was…Brain, Brandon, Berry I don't know. I didn't want to know. I didn't care. I felt like all I wanted was a beer in my mouth and a dick up my a*s. Drinking. Partying. Sleeping Around. That's what c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1346175/ Okay, you're probably going to hate and be confused with James for a couple of chapters. While Matt was sleeping on my chest, I thought about sex in another way.The sex was amazing, we even went a few more rounds…but…I couldn't stop my mind from wondering. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1346171/ WARNING: This get a little racy, so if you're not into that you are cable of skipping over it. And I'm if this chapter seem confusing and bipolar, its kind of suppose to be. I was in my bed making out with my boyfriend.My boyfriend…it felt great saying that.My boyfriend Matt.Matt, my boy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1345889/ I had an overwhelming headache in the morning. The half case beer was on the other side of the bed. I wish I could say that I got drunk enough to forget what happened the night before. That was the goal. But no, I actually remembered everything."Oh my god" Shawna grasped when I finished the twi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1345490/ "What about David Johnson?" Shawna whispered to me as danced with to each other at some classmate's party."I would say he's a 7." I chuckled. Things had been great with Shawna. We had gotten much so closer since I came out. She had really embraced me as her gay best friend; she even called.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1332725/ "You kissed him?"He wouldn't look at me, "Well I think it was more like he kissed me...What am I going to do?"I put my hands on my temples, "So you...like him? Larry?"He shook his head, "No, not like that. I mean he's okay, but it wasn't like that. It just happened...and...it feel..""Good?" I guesse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1332671/ The deepest part of hell is iceEven Satan himself is trapped in the burning cold.Cold and hot do co-exist as a bipolar device.How one can feel heat and froze at the same time is to yet unfold. Our senior ski trip ruined everybody's make-up.Matt and Alfreda were basically planning their wedding... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1326850/ "What do you think of Holden's thoughts of the museum?" Shawna asked me sitting across from me while we were on a dinner date.We were reading Catcher in The Rye in English class. Catcher in The Rye one of the books that probably changed my life. D.J. Salinger really seemed to understand the mind of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1320144/ You would think that I would be excited to that my lost in a dream brother was standing in front of me. But that moment, I felt angry. Pissed. Pissed that he wasn't standing here when my mom left or when my dad was drunk."We need to talk." He whispered trying to calm me down.It didn't work. I storme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1317931/ "My mom's gone and my dad's drinking again" I simply yelled out walking into Matt's living room.In an instinct he got up and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. I returned wrapping my arms his neck."I'm so sorry Jamie" he repeated slightly rocking me.I grabbed on tight .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1315790/ My dad and I haven't really talked deeply since he got back. I told him little things about living with Tony, things like his cooking, hanging out with Matt and Alfreda, and I of course had to explain Little Mac to him. Dad and the pig really hit it off. Dad even got a dog bed just for him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1310775/ I try to ignore you.I try to forget you.But I can't stay indifferent.You are a part of me. I wish I could say that I had forgotten about my parents. I wish I could say at I honestly felt at home with Donovan. I wish I could say I was satisfied."Hunter, you've got mail" Donovan said walking into our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1308425/ I waked into the apartment to find Donovan watching TV on the couch."How was you date?" he casually asked."He was a creep." I said.He got up, "Sit down, kick off your heels, and I'll get the ice cream."I laughed dropping on to the couch, "Ice cream?"He sat back down handing me a half-gallo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1291037/ They see it. They all see it.I feel like they see that I'm not living.There's a hole in my heart that stops it from beating. There's a faithless spirit in my soul that stops it from believing.There's too much nothing.I'm alive but I'm not living.***"How is it that someone great and as hot as you doe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1290412/ I hate my body.I spend the night tossing in my bed biting my lip trying to stop the movement in my hips. In my mind this guy was on top of me. Rubbing against each others bare skin. My lips on his. His hands all over me, I mean all over me.I was breathing heavily. I was boiling hot. I was whisp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1283432/ Hey Jake its James, I am now in the 11th grade. I've lived with Tony for over a year. Tony and I are doing well… there are just some topics that we avoid. Matt is still dating Alfreda, in fact they're planning their wedding…so that's going on. I've been dating a lot too…but um.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1279747/ Note: This chapter maybe a little different and I hope yall like it. This one has SEX, and it's supposed to be an awkward, creepy, badly written sex scene. (And you'll see why). And if your mad at James at the end, that's reasonable. Hope yall enjoy. I was making out with Brad Pitt. Okay no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1274082/ I was making out with Mario Lopez…in my head. In reality it was Amber Cross. I starting to mastered being able to kiss girls…but there was more. Amber was one those "easy" girls that wore s****y clothes and "did more than kissing". I didn't realized what that meant un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1274002/ "You don't see that I think about you in the dark."You don't see that I would let you do anything to me.Kiss meTouch meEven hurt meYou don't see that you have so much control over my body."I put down the pencil and looked over at little Matt. "cheesy huh?""Hoink"Little Mac and I were eating in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1273893/ DirtUnderneath everything is dirt.And everything becomes dirt.The bed that gave me unwanted dreams is now dirt. The couch that I would silently sit on is now dirt.The table that I ate alone at is now dirt.The dirt burns my hand as it slips though my fingers. I don't know why I thought to hang ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1273865/   Hi JakeI know I haven't written to you in a while...but it's not like you've written back. So I've been living with my English teacher for a while now. Tony (that's his name, but I sometimes refer to him as Donovan), isn't that strict, but he makes sure I do at least some of my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1273493/ These hormones were driving me crazy. These dreams were getting more intense and harder to figure out.Matt and I are kissing on Donovan's couch. It's soft and slow, yet hot and passionate. I pull away. My close my eyes and try to change him into a girl. The hottest girl I could think of. The kin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1273094/ "I'm thinking about asking Alfreda to be my girlfriend, made it official?" Matt bubbled.It was now the summer. I was actually having a cool time living Donovan. I especially loved it when Matt came over. The three of us sat in Donovan's living room watching TV and eating pizza. We were having a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1272802/ Hi Jake its James,So right now our father is god knows where chasing my mother. I've been staying at best friend Matt's house for three weeks. I like his family, but I can't take living with them. See, I really didn't grow up with a lot rules and stuff like that. When your parents spent a lot o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1265004/ Matt opened the door and grabbed me into a warm hug. Mr. and Mrs. Edwards got up from the couch and both gave me a small hug."Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Mr. Edwards questioned."Are you hungry? What do want me make you? Pancakes? Waffles? Anything?" Mrs. Edwards exploded."I'm fine an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1264999/ I didn’t know where my parents were. I didn’t feel like I wanted to be around a happy family like the Edwards. I didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t know where else to go.   So I knocked on Donovan’s apartment door.  I didn’t know what I was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1259269/ May 12 is the day I wish to forget, but always will remember.May 12 was the day my trust started to break.It started as a normal morning, well normal to me. I rolled out of bed, put on some oversized clothes, and thought about how much I hated going to school.Dad wasn’t home, he was &ldquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1259237/ I used to watch to soap operas with my mom.  “Mom” I called her.   She passed me the bag of dollar store donuts, “What babe?”“If Johnny saids that he loves Carol, then why dose he cheat on her with Elizabeth?” I asked biting into the cheap sweet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1256360/ I throw up during romantic comedies I scream at PDAI stabbed at pink heartsI’m anti-valentine   They say I’m cold and hard That I don’t know how do loveThey say have a glass heart A heart people can’t holdA heart that only collect.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1251703/  They’re chiseling ChiselChiselChiseling at me He’s got a chisel She’s got a chisel Everybody got a chiselIt seem like everybody’s wanting to tear me downIt’s a matter of time before I breakStab one, I shaked it offStab two, just left a scar Stab three, drew blood .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1251702/ I hear the sounds of yelling.I feel broken glass.I taste blood.I sniff the smell of alcohol.I see the sight of burses.These are the five senses of my life.Dad only came home that one night that mouth. He came home drunk mumbling under his breath. I manage to stay hidden while he finished and droppe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1232774/ Warning the word "f****t" is used in this chapter and in this story. It is used to show is hurtful and overused the word is. I hate being called that and so dose James. I hope yall understand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1232770/ "So how your date with Alfreda?" I asked Matt as we walked to his house from school.I found out form a group of girls that Matt asked Alfreda out."It wasn't a date! She just came over to my house for dinner. And rumors got started.  That's it" He said.I swallowed "Did you two make out or anythi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1232768/ I got my first stand of facial hair, my dad was so proud.The two of us were standing at the bathroom minor gazing the small brown hair above my lips."You're starting to become a man." He smiled.  "Next you’re picking up girls left and right." He chuckled "Just like your old man.""Picking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1232766/  Is it possible to have you'll heart beaten out of you?Is it possible to wish to be seen yet wish to blend in with wall?It's impossible to ignore.But maybe it's possible to run from.I started writing in this black spiral notebook. It was stupid. They didn't even rhyme. I just had all these word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1232286/ This is set in the late 1980's and early 1990's in Brooklyn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1216941/ http://www.wattpad.com/story/9761807-it-wasn%27t-me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1216872/ Yes she is beautifulYes she is smartYes she is all nice and sweetYes she has talent Yes she is perfect Yes she has a way better future than me, seems everybody has a better future than me. She shines, I don’t  As much as I wanted to be happy for her, and wish her happiness,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1130662/                                                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1130659/ Kate nodded to Jake to run after them. He ran after, until Duke dropped in front of him. Jake noticed Ivan threw something black behind him.  Duke pulled out his weapon, sliver, boomaged shaped, with spikes sticking out all around it. Jake swallowed and started stepping back.Duke threw it. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1043987/ 11----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Lights came on, it was a mostly plain room, expect thousands of sharp metal spikes on all the walls. “Beep” The walls started slowly closing in.Kate looked up “.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1043982/ “Thalia is only a few miles west” Kate stated looking west. “We will go there after this” Karla said“Yea” Jake started; he looked deep into her brown eyes “I promise when we get out of here, we will go there”Then a growl came from behind, they tu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1043809/ “Hey” Jake called to the man, but the stranger didn’t answer him. The stranger picked the children and ran. The sun burned brighter, blindly Jake. He screamed and opened his eyes. He was in the tent; it was open showing the morning light. 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I.P.’s screen lit up “the dry lands outside the tect.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1042374/ The next morning Jake woke up in one of student dorms reminding him that it was real and not a dream.  The dorms were empty at that time. He saw that the other students had already gotten up and were in training. He got up and his rubbed eyes. When he picked his head up he saw a pretty petite d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1042114/ He moved his hand along the surface it was rough yet furry. As he picked his head up he began to recognize it. It was carpet…his living room carpet, he could tell by the grape juice stags upon the light brown color. “65” a voice called him. He reached up his hand to get up, he f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EstherNight/1042071/