http://slow.writerscafe.org/55935 The original writings of author Faust en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775951885 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This was supposed to be the year. I've heard so many stories about the senior year that everyone gets. The parties, the dances, the trips, the performances, the chance to say goodbye to our friends. We don't get that this year. Instead of performing in Chicago, I'm in my room calling my friends of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2365558/ I know it's cliche, but in this day and age, in this time,it's something that needs to be said on repeat. "Actions speak louder than words." It's something that is heard on the street, in a fight, in your home, at any given moment or time. It may not be said with words, but that quote is so well kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2178168/ They're watched as they do their usual shopping.They're slaughtered for walking the streets in the wrong place at the wrong time.They're told time and time again that they'll never be worth anything because of the color of their skin.That they're just a stain in the white world we live in.They have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2176823/ I hate being treated like I'm unable to do the smallest task.Teachers are spoon feeding me information because I'm in a 'special' class.I have special teachers.I have a special schedule.I have special requirments that others must meet because I can't do them on my own.There is nothing special about .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2175376/ Something is wrong. Something is always wrong. I keep messing up and I keep throwing away every chance I get on having a semi care-free life. I have bad habits that ruin my health and push others away because they just can’t deal with me. I feel angry all the time for no reason and I just wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2173787/ My first glance at death was when I was 2. My grandma passed away one night. I thought nothing of it. I was too young to understand. It wasn't until I was 4, when my grandmother's passing was brought up again at dinner. I can't remember much. I just know that I was in my room crying that night... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2173183/ My Aunt is a nurse. I guess I didn't know what that meant for her until just recently with the whole coronavirus thing going on. I kept complaining about things that I missed. Like my senior year, not being able to travel with my orchestra, prom, possibly our graduation ceremony. It wasn't unti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2169918/ 3 months.I'm graduating in 3 months.Only 3 months to hang with my friends.To talk to my teachers.To play in concerts.Our orchestra was supposed to travel.But we can't. We are trapped in our homes.We can't go to school.We can't go to prom.We can't have any more concerts.$1,000 I spent on this up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2166267/ Are we ever accepted?Are we ever seen past our flaws?Are we ever seen as more than our gender, sexuality, race, status, background, religion, appearance?Why is it that people who have a lower IQ are called retarded, but those that are smarter are called stuck up?Everyday feels like a competition. Yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2161956/ They say, those who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter.They say, sometimes you have to take two steps back in order to move forward.They say, when life pushes you down, you should push back.But what they forget to say is that it's okay to not be okay.It's okay to not want to fight ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2159671/ Dad, why'd you do it?Why did you throw your life away?Why'd you make us pay the price, that was much too high to pay?They called it abuse.But that is a term I don't like.Who angered who?Who won some of those fights?Who overfed my sister, making her feel sick in the night?Who held her hand and turned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2158178/ Some people are evil while some are good.I guess I just never really understood.I don't understand how someone could stand by watching people run,While in their hand they are pointing the small hand-held gun.I don't understand how they can willingly watch the life drain from terrified eyes.And hear .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2158169/ I look in the mirror and what do I see?2 wide eyes staring at me.One skinny frame making me stand up tall.Some girls would say I'm the ugliest of them all.But what they truely don't see is what's beneath the layers of my skin.They always tell me that I'm dancing with the devil and he has gifted me m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2158132/ My heart is beating loud and clear inside my head.Some days I can't get up so I stay in bed instead.I'm twitching and shaking to my very core.Anxiety isn't an item you can return to the store.It's always inside of me with every breath I take.And I just feel so helpless as I continue to shake.I'm so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2157165/ You told me to stop acting like a child.That the tears that form in my eyes are not mine to shed.If I want to cry I have to go to my room and cry alone for fear of your judgemen.I know I'm not smart, or pretty, or the perfect daughter that you dreamt of over 17 years ago.But I'm trying, ok?I'm tryin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2157161/ People ask me why I don't talk. It's not for lack of trying, it's just that I have nothing to say. I like to listen and express my interest in the coversation.  I guess I'm not that used to being included in a friend group. Before high school it was always just my sister and I. We played by ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2152241/ In 1 month I was given the chance to make something of myself. In 2 months I have created a plan that I have planned to follow. In 3 months I have thrown away that plan because I kept second guessing myself. In 4 months I pulled myself together enough to go out and restart my plan. In 5 months I lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2149191/ This is my city. The city of Sun Prairie. Born and raised among the cows, farms, and fields. The small little city where everybody knows everybody. A high school of of just under 2,000 students. The local walmart just around the corner from where i live, in a small house hidden by a hill. Yes, this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2148925/ My fingers tap constantly against my desk as I stare at the sheet of paper in front of me. A single sheet, front and back. 10 questions on each side. The paper is too bright and there is too much. I know that I know these answers. I have prooven that on the homework given to us the previous night. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2146824/ They say you are an all powerful being.The beginning and the end.The good and the evil.The poor and the wealthy.The hungry and the fortunate.They say you are the mother to all children.We walk your soils, we drink your water, we build from your land.They say...you are life.And I have lived this life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2145951/ They say...Sticks and stones may break my bones,But words can never hurt me.But in the end, words is all you have.All you have are the things people tell you.Each word thrown your way is what shapes you.Each phrase that people spit at you is what changes you.So yes...Sticks and stones may break my b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2145950/ There's a boy I used to know.He was always searching high and low.Others looked and wondered why.He said "I am reaching for the sky."They say good will come to those who wait.Don't think too big, just know your place.People don't belong in clouds or space.It's just an empty quest for ego's sake.But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2145777/ They told us to run.So that's what I did.I ran. I could hear students running into lockers.I could hear the sound of my racing heart in my head.I could hear police clearing out classrooms.I could see the door.I was so close to the door.I wasn't thinking. I tried to jump down the stairs.I t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2145698/ It started out like any other Friday. I got on the bus and got to school. The only thing different about that day was I was staying after school to get homework help. I went about my day....Until 2:40. We had a firedrill. It was your regular scheduled fire drill. We walked outside into the field. S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2145668/ We think that the world is happy and nothing can go wrong. We push the bad things out hoping that they would just go away. And they do. Until they keep coming and they keep building up and you are crushing under the weight of it all just trying to keep your head held up high. We think that nothing c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2144568/ You never realize how good you have it until it's gone. I've spent 8 out of my 13 schooling years looking forward to finally be done with high school. But now, as a senior, I'm realizing that high school is so much easier than life. In high school you are protected from the world. If you make a mis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2142546/ I always wear a smile,Even though I haven't wanted to for a while.I always say I'm ok,Even though I'm sad every day.I have walked along this painful road for far too long,Just pretending there is nothing wrong.I have these promises to myself I must keep,So that maybe I can finally get some sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2128004/ CharactersDevon Bridgers- loner with a shady pastRemi- the android so advanced she is practically humanChapter one-United We FallDevon is walking through the halls of a museum. He stops in front of his favorite painting. After a few moments a stranger walks up and stands besides him"The Sea of Ice a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2123553/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2123551/ Each paragraph switches POVs from the mugger to the victim. It starts off with the mugger learking in the dead of night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2123361/ Dear Aiden, It has been almost 9 years since I saw you last, and not a day goes by where I don't think of you. I'm always wondering what you are doing or if you are even still alive. I know there is a chance that you aren't. I wish that I could have told you how much I cared for you when I was still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2121645/ Let me live.Let me live to see the world.Let me live to hear the calming melodies from a mother's voice.Let me live to smell the scent of fallen leaves, of fallen snow, and the fallen raindrops that litter this earth.Let me live to prove my worth.Let me live so that others can hear my voice and know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2121071/ I know that I've stated earlier how I couldn't wait to grow up.But that was before I woke up.That was before I was suddenly thrust into a reality I don't want to live.I don't want to grow up.I don't want to drive risking the safety of myself and others.I don't want to not have summers off.I don't wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2120566/ You were my best friend,Someone I could rely on 'till the bitter end.You were always there for me,Making sure that I was as happy as can be.Now that you are no more,And your spirit has walked out of that door,I don't know what I am supposed to do.It has always been just me and you.Us against the wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2120134/ Something I wrote at 2 in the morning when my mind was in a pretty dark space http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2119840/ HE is the representation of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2119643/ I apologize.But I'm not apolozing to you.I'm apologizing to me.I'm not sorry that you think so little of me.I'm not sorry that all you wanted was what I couldn't offer.I'm not sorry that you had to spend minutes of your day just to tell me how lucky I am to have you.I am sorry, however, that I am th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2118973/ Children crying.Adults screaming.Warning lights flashing.Horns blaring.A day that started out like any other,But almost ended in tragidy.I was in 5th grade.My sister in 3rd.We ride the school bus together everyday, before and after school.The bus dropped us off at our stop after school right on time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2118833/ I hear your crys,I hear your screams,I hear your goodbyes,I hear your dreams,People don't think I listen, when I really do.I listen to me and I listen to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2118447/ I haven't been to the beach in years, but I still remember those happy times playing about on the sand. I remember the smell of the salt in the soft breeze, and the sound of the waves crashing upon the shore. I remember the feel of sand in between my toes and the cold shower afterward to wash it of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2118386/ I was a child when it happened.I didn't yet understand how the world worked.I didn't yet know that there are bad people who walk these streets.I thought he could be trusted.I remember walking with my mom.Her back was turned just for a moment to talk to the person behind the counter in our local stor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2118349/ Sirens.They're everywhere.Red and blue flashes filled the street that night.They took my dad away and left me with nothing.I was scared.I knew this would happen. I knew it.And yet, I said nothing. I told no one.I stayed quiet.I knew the consequences if I let anything slip.So I remained silent.I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2118153/ I am so very lost in thought.My mind is racing,My eyes are seeing this world and creating an image that only I can invision.My ears are processing my words, and my words are creating my world.I am not an experienced writer by any means.I've never been that good at peicing together the information th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2117661/ Dad, you think you know me, but you don't.You say you'll care for me, but you won't. You think I'm stupid, you think I'm dumb.You think I'm nothing more than scum.But believe me when I say,That I have tried my hardest everyday.You don't know the struggle, you'll never do.And to think all my lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2116825/ When will it be enouph?You've made your point clear.You are scared, as am I.But just remember that we are still here.We are still alive.We still have a fighting chance.You may have given up hope, but I have not.I will see you through the end.But I don't know what the limits are.You do.When I was you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2116118/ Today, I made my dad mad. He ended up hitting me. It didn't hurt, didn't even leave a bruise, but the implication of the small slap made my heart stop. There was a time in my life, when I was younger, where he would get mad easily. Every slap, hit, punch reminded me of who I am. Or who I was in his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2116091/ I am not defined by my past.I do not live up to who I once was.I do not wait for my past to catch up to me.Instead, I make a dash toward the future.Instead of looking down upon myself, I look up to the sky.I look up to the birds and the clouds.I picture myself up there, above the world.They say "the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2115605/ There are voices in my headBut the loudest one is my own.The voices in my head could hurt me all they want,But my own voice will tune them out.I can make up my own mind.They tell me I'm useless, unloved, weird.But my voice says I'm different, special, one of a kind.I don't want to fit in the crowd, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2115270/ My dearest April Faust, Though we may not seem to see eye to eye, and we may disagree upon many things in our life, I care for you deeply. You are my eye in the hurricane, my calm before the storm. I used to think that I knew you like I knew my own mind, but I have come to realize that that simply i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2114866/ I don't want to be alone anymore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/55935/2114604/