http://slow.writerscafe.org/VampiricWitch The original writings of author WeaveYourWebOfLies en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776239519 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fifteen years ago I was born in the bustling city of New York in the height of the world. Everything was perfect…so perfect. No wars, no poverty, and no crime. Blissfully perfect. It was inevitable that something would happen that would shatter the perfection. When that something came no one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VampiricWitch/820985/ The razor is cold but I press it deep into my forearm. Harder and harder until red bursts out like a flower out of flesh. I draw a line and the red spreads. It hurts but at the same time it feels good. I pick up the razor then start to draw a new line, this one deeper and bloodier than the one befor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VampiricWitch/809274/