http://slow.writerscafe.org/pandora0771 The original writings of author Mica L. Bennett en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973786 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The second short story I have written about a character from my visual novel. This one follows Mica in between scenes at a point we never get clarity on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/2921230/ This is a short story that I came up with based on a scene in my visual novel (that actually hasn't happened yet as of posting this). It follows our main protagonist, Orion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/2921228/ Just another dark poem. I haven't been on here in a long time but for people who have read my stuff, you know the vibe. Nothing new. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/2863415/ For a friend... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/2107399/ ICan'tHelpThe way I feel about you.I Can'tStopThe way I think about you.ICan'tTellYou what I want from you.What would they say?What would they think?How would he feel?Is this even real?It's unfair.but such is life.I decided to be his wife.I want to tell youthat I still feelthe way I did th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1923869/ How my love grows for you.Almost unsettling.Almost obsession.Almost hurt.Always intention.How much I pain you.Almost lies.Almost cheating.Almost threatened.Always beaten.How I live to please you.Almost unsafe.Almost crazy. Almost tiring.How I cry for your pain. Almost sick.Almost insane.al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1429094/ #RosesAreRed#VioletsAreBlueI liked your selfie on Instagram. Please like mine too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1429082/ a sugar cube is placed upon one's tongue.It is the sweetest thing.The sweetest taste.But as it dissolvesit disappears.As if it were never there.A wisp of sweet release.Diminished.Faded.And thenthere is no more.Such a sweet substance,lost forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1429080/ Let's kill ourselves together.For all the pain that we have endured.For all the loneliness we havefelt.Let's kill ourselves together.Pull the trigger.Count to three.I don't want to be your friend.I don't want to be your confident.I just want what you wantand just like you,for once in my life,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1429075/ They say its art.I say it's just words.I put pen to paperand they just spill out.In intricate patterns.In harmonious flow.In sounds and in color.Never blacknor whitebut beautifulrainbow and melodymeshed together for all to hearyet no one at all.I guess it is art.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1281660/ Tiny shadows danceAcross the wallsAcross the hallsAcross the valleywhere the green grass crawls.and as these tiny shadows dance,they offer us just one more chance.They invite us to dance alongand sing their little shadow song.The song of whisper.The song of peace.The song of you.The song of me.The s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1243743/ I am alone.Lost and forgotten.I am scaredI'm not going to make it.How do I know how to survivewhen all I've knownis to listen and sit?Behind a deskand within the wallsI sit and I starebut I am gone.And nobody sees or nobody cares.I've sat on my shipwreckfar, far too long.But I have no choicebut to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1118155/ Can you imaginewaking up on Christmas daywith gifts under tree?Toys to love and games to play?But not one little foot appearsto receive the gifts?to laugh and smileand believe magic myths?Can you imaginelittle kids writing to St. Nick?wishing for their friends backand parents watching, feeling sick?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1101153/ Baby, it hurts meto see you in pain.I know how you feel.I feel the same.And the tears you shedI do shed too.I hate how you hurt.I don't like you blue.What happened to thewarm heart I saw?The kisses with passion?The moments less dull?The heated fever?The promised forever?This is not youand it was nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1101146/ about important people in mine and Phil's life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1084957/ Not about me but it seemed like a good topic to write about http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1028638/ Alone with herself to think of her.Thoughts of sorrow.Happiness a blur.Alone with her mind.Center of her own attention.A hell in itself.The Devil's invention.Alone with no escape.Trapped in her head.Scratching at the walls.She wishes to be dead.Alone with her thoughts.Dying to get away.She wants the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1028565/ Razors on my fingertips like kisses from the Devil.Drops of blood splash to the floor.and not a tear I cry.Screaming buzzing in my head.I can't seem to keep it quiet.Insanity runs deep in me.and not a tear I cry.pain killers only numb the painbut they do not take away.So I sit and wallow in self-pit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1028000/ Not about me. It's just a concerning topic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1027993/ When I look into your eyes, I get lost.Like Alice lost in Wonderland.I search to find a way outbut there is no exit. There is no portal home.I am lost.In a maze.In a game but I like this game. I like this game... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1027348/ Thorns so sharpthey make you bleed.They drain you out until you feel sick.Fade away.Fade away.There's the light. Here it comes. follow it.don't resist.Fade away.Fade away.Shut out soundwith one last breath. tears swell upand you have no choice. Fade away. Fade away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1024793/ Daisy, daisysmall and frail.Spineless stemand ghostly pale.Won't you tellyour fairytale? Or will that makeyou scream and wail?For it's not a fairytalebut tragic story.A darkened jail.Daisy, daisysmall and frail.Is that me? I cannot tell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1023560/ Words I never saidbut should have spoke.I try to speakbut then I choke.Not listened toas they go by.No one hearsthe words I cry.And when I speakI seem to chokeon words I never said but should have spoke. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1023550/ Kissed by a rose upon my face.A sweet, sweet feeling. A Marvelous Grace.A soft releaseof all my stress.And all my sadnessI must confess.A helpful feelingto get me through.I'm glad I founda rose like you.You are my rose. You are my Phil.You are my love.You are my will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1023254/ this is a poem my Grandmother started but could never finish. She had the first two lines and wanted me to write the rest so here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1018411/ A feeling builds inside of me.Haunting me.Pulling me down.Through the earth. To the core.I am death.I am fear.I am sad.and so I cry. Until I bleed.Until I die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1007018/ Harsh screams at darkened walls."Thrash about", the enemy calls.Sharpened pain and then it dulls.Anger is no luxury.Wicked hands upon ones neck.Tears and blood and face a wreck.Prodded as one pokes and pecks.Violence is no luxury.Cries are heard from just one soul.Can't find half that makes one whol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/1004457/ From the setting sunto the stars at night.Young boy don't cry.It'll be alright.From the warm summer colorsto the winter of white.Young boy don't cry. It'll be alright.Every dream that you hador that is to come.seems so out of reach.Keeps you feeling numb.And the birds in the skyhave more of a goal t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/999005/ I just wanta little of your time.The time I used to spend with you.The times when I got your attention.The times before I becameinvisiblehatedlustedlostThe times when I was more thanA punching bagAnger managementclosed outa secretI just wanta little of your time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/993867/ Little girlHungry, small.Parents carenot at all.Treated likenothing at all.Girl is fragile.she does fall.Begs for nothingmore than love.Prayers to angels from above.This little girl,pale and pink,can only count on what God thinks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/993866/ White wallslocked doorI'm a soldierhere.White coats med runsI'm a soldierhere.Shocks and threatsand solitaryandvoicesI'm a soldierhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/990330/ To kill a birdthat's mocking me. Is it real? Can it be? As I standunder this tree. And watch thebird that's mocking me. I grab a stoneand wait quietly as the birdis mocking me. I kiss the stone and let it free towards the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/971402/ Put your arms around my waist.Kiss my lips, the sweetest taste.Listen to the music, slow.As we dance the lights are low.Standing tip toed on your feet.Wishing this night could repeat.This is a once in a lifetime chance.A night of fun and young romance.Keep me close with our hands held.This is the pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/969637/ Make a wish upon a star.Wish to come here from afar. Wish to hold me close to you.I will make your dreams come true. Wish to kiss my lips so sweet.A noticed spark as our lips meet. Wish to link my hand with yours.We've unlocked love's many doors.  M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/967479/ A shadow right below my feeton an empty, ghost town street.From the pavement rises heat.And all I see is a monster.A mirror here with fogged up glass.Showing reflection as I pass.So I try to move on fast.Before I see the monster.Picture  hanging on the wall.Whispers slowly, my name called.Knock.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/965776/ Baby, sing to me.Envelope me in your ring of smoke.Get me high on your loveand touch me,sweetand soft. Baby, whisper to me.Tickle me with red, velvet petals.wrap me in your leaves.You are a rose, sweet and soft.Baby, come to me.Kiss me gentle in the dark.Tastes like chocolate,sweetand soft.Baby, I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/964841/           The middle official stands up. “Welcome” she says. She’s alean, pasty white lady with a shimmering floral tattoo around her right eye.Her lipstick shimmers silver in the light and her blonde hair is up in a bowtie. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/964834/           “Lyra!”My mother was callingfor me from the kitchen. She is always waking me up too early on Saturday. Igot out of bed with my head still in a fog. Walking out of my bedroom, I nearlytrip on the dog. Ilove my litt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/964397/ If you like Futuristic fantasies, You'll love this. Young Lyra lives in a time where you live by rank based on how well a person is in their trade. Will she be ranked well? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/964396/            Justin stumbled out of his room. Tears running down his face. "You're a monster.", he said. "You're addicted."           Grace looked up, tears in her eyes. She went in the bedroom and star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/962603/ I just want a hugfrom you and your arms.The ones that keep mefrom many harms.I just want a hugfrom you tonight.Please keep me warm.Keep me from fright.and if you hug meI'll hug you back.I love you so muchand that is a fact.I just want a hug. That's easy to see. I want one that's madespecial for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/962252/         Kira got reluctantly out of bed and got ready for school. She dressed in a denim skirt and a tee shirt. A ten dollar outfit from Walmart. she went downstairs to see her three siblings fighting over the ring in the cereal box. Nothing out of the ordinary. Ka.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/960314/ Oh, poetCold and dead.What was hiddenin your head.Oh, poetsix feet down.Your words writtenthat make one frown.Oh, poetfamous now.Death's the ticketto fame, how?Oh, poet why'd you leaveleaving us indisbelief.Oh, poetquiet and still.Your death is Our biggest thrill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/958118/ Pictures of hersent to a boy.she believed it was lovebut it lead to no joy.He shared with his friendsThe photos at school.Soon they were viral.She felt like a fool.She checks her facebookjust to find smut.What used to be friendsnow call her a s**t.She goes to her roomand cries herself dry.She has th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/956765/ Hush now, Baby.Go to sleep.I'll protect you.Count your sheep.Hold on, Sweetheart.I'm right here.It's okay.Be brave my dear.The monster's gone.He went away.I frightened him.Here he wont play.My lovey, Dearwhat's in your head?Come lay by me.Please come to bed.Hush now baby.Go to sleep.I'll protect you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/956746/ I am the ghost that hides in your room.I am the body boxed up in the tomb.I am the secret that's hard to hold in.I am the last little drops of your Gin.I am the captain of the losing team.I am that feeling that makes you scream.I am the soul stealer, call me death.I am the sensation of your last bre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/956719/ I have a dirty little secretthat no one but you knows.That's because I trust you from your head to your toes.I have a dirty little secretin the back of my mind.It's lurking in the shadowsof my brain all the time.And when I tell my secretto you and only you,you smile and laugh and think it's cute.Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/956708/ Fevers and chillswith hearts in my eyes.an icky tummyas my heart rate's to rise.Oh, my aching headfull of memories of you.The nausea within mecaused by butterflies too.And my temperatures upto one hundred and three.Caused by realizationwithout you there's no me.I'm lonely and coldand sick as a dog.M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/956674/ They say love is short.Not for us.They say love is false.Ours is based on trust.And when they say that love is lust.For us it's not.Our love wont rust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/953409/ Through the looking glassis a secret world.The trees speak their mindsand there's sweet flower girls.There's a rabbit and manand pot loads of tea. There's a caterpillar with hookahand a will to be free.Through the looking glassis a party, long.It lasts everydaywith song after song.and there's twins .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora0771/953401/