http://slow.writerscafe.org/lark1311 The original writings of author lark1311 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041368 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 another doodle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/820077/ Just a doodle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/818297/ For three days we travelled. I realised during our journey, that most of our captors were not men. They were boys. So it was true. The ones in charge were the older ones. The real men. They were more controlled. These man boys were untamed. Cruel. Time after time they whipped our boys for going to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/806187/ As I sat on a low stool looking at the painfully thin girl laying in the bed overwhelmed by tubes sticking out of her, I contemplated what had got her here in the first place. If a child goes missing, abducted, in the United States, the police are notified and they issue what in America is ref.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/806166/ I was thirteen when the men came to my village. I woke up to the sound of screams. I still hear their screams. My father burst into our hut. He went straight to my mother, shaking her. "Wake up! They've come. You have to take the children. "He saw me sitting up in the corner. "Rose, grab your brothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/805762/ This is the story of 17 year old Rose. A courageous, strong girl who has broken my heart a hundred times over. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/805739/ A silly ditty for my grandma. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/798929/ Have you ever beenSo sickly sweetin love and lust? Have you ever hurtSo bittersweetin love and lust?I had never thoughtI would cry alonefor love and lust.And how it feels,shattered, broken,for love and lust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/798231/ A light breathon the back of my neck.A soft caress across my collarbone.A memorynot letting go.Incomplete, alone, afraid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/776141/ The bad thoughts are winning, And my head is spinning. I'm too fucked up, I can't seem to stopSpinningSpiralingFurtherHurlingDeeperTwistingFasterLosing Control. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/776101/ I liedbecause I wanted him to love me.I liedbecause I wanted him to rememberwhyhe loved me.I liedbecausehe used to love me.I lied because I need him to still love me.I liedbecauseI need him. And I'm scaredI've.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lark1311/776093/