http://slow.writerscafe.org/mkriley The original writings of author melril18 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032366 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Twelve days ago I was so close to dead that the doctorswouldn’t tell my parents anything.Eleven days ago machines were keeping me alive.Ten days ago I regained consciousness. Nine days ago I moved out of intensive care.Eight days ago I pissed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1888611/ unfinished http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1864077/ It was 10:45. Time to leave for class. I could feel the minutes slippping through my fingers. I knew I needed to leave but there was something holding me back. I crawled out of bed and pulled on my boots but there was a feeling in my stomach that I just couldn't shake. I headed out th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1678762/ I want you to come homeI want you to love meI want you to say itCall me on the phone You said you’d callIt’s been three daysI miss you but I like our picture on my wall I haven’t heard from youI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1290440/ A Lovely Goodbye We grew up together; you were a mean little boy.To tease and annoy me was your only ploy. Now we’re all grown up and you fill me with joy.But sometimes I fear, my heart you will destroy. You’re in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1290438/ A series of poems for someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1290436/ Not your typical superhero story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1289337/ a girl sees her best friend for the first time in too long for not long enough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1289091/ College Essay: Does the United States have an obligation, moral or otherwise, to act as a "global police force" in the 21st century? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1288350/ Not a typical first kiss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1231751/ Perfection is not possible.As humans, we were created to beImperfect.So that we may learn to betterOurselves.The race to perfection is never finished. Never won. By anybody.There is always something you can do better.Nothing will ever bePerfected. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1113553/ You cryand prayand cryand pray.And nothing ever changes.You pray all night every nightbut it doesn't make a difference.So you cry some more.You get angry and that makes you cry.You cry and that makes you angry.So you pull out your notebook andget some Skillet going.You crack open a Dr Pepperand for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/1113550/ A descriptive essay I wrote for English II and used as my OO that I took to Regionals in Speech. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/988820/ About my BPD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/960154/ unfinished, a song/poem/something I wrote while feeling strongly about my faithn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/960145/ I'm standing there, left in your shadow.No where to go except down.This is one place I have no chance of leaving.You undermine me, disrespect me, butthat's not what you let people see.You put on a show of love and stuffwhen in reality it's all just a bluf.I really can't stand you but you're my".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/904638/ Later that week at band camp, Meagan and I were down in the Starbucks on campus letting all the little Freshman hit on us. We thought we were so cool, a junior and a senior, both taken. Then my phone rang. It was Aiden. My sweet, adorable, caring, sensitive, sexy, boyfriend. Mine. My Aiden. He made .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/889978/ I remember sitting in flute ensemble one hot, sticky July afternoon and I felt this rush of realization flood over me. I had no place being in that class. I'm a trombone. Forever and always, a trombone. I remember my frist trombone lesson so vividly. 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Sing us your song!I'm jolted out of my peaceful recollections, not unpleasantly. I quickly and enthusiastically submit to Ericka's request. After a beautiful rendition of The Gravy Song  we're all laughing. I look around at my unlikely group of friends and am overwhelmed with a fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/818542/ Samuel and I, that's hard to describe. We've gone through everything together. Five years worth of everything. We met in 7th grade science and immediately had a connection. We "dated" for a while, the way immature 8th graders do. Freshman year was pretty rough on us. We fought. Constantly... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/818538/ I can't believe these are the amazing people God gave me to share my life with. The tears come rushing back but I blink and the disappear. I go around the room of smiling faces passing out the obligatory hugs. Chad looks at me with questioning suspicion in his eyes. He knows me so well. 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They're things we're grateful for." -Kate Braestrup http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/800252/ I sort of a song/rap I made up while waiting for in line for breakfast on a mission trip this summer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/799006/ Describing the struggles with my faith last year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/796251/ based on a true story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/796243/ Fourty daysNothing but happyEverything else, repressedExhaustingExhileratingExecutingI finally brokeSalt water flowing from the turquoise pools of my eyes.Tinyrounddemonic pill.Washed downoneafteranotherwith no reprecussivethoughts of the past.The blade .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/788628/ lightning flashesthunder roars.the wind sounds like a train screaming down the tracks.sheets of rain come slanting inangrybeautifulcleansing.come inside! mom yells.all I want is to dancefreeopenhappyin the rain.I stand with my nose pressed against the window.watchingwis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/778207/ everything seems to fallfarfaraway.incomplete thoughtsstutteredsentences.talking isn't an option anymore.3am and we'renoton the phone for thefirst time.broken trustforgotten promisessleepless nights aren't enjoyableanymore.4 days later and mythoughts are still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/778200/ Can you tell I like Diamantes? :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/776715/ Another insomniac story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/776709/ Another Diamante http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkriley/776705/ Diamantes start with one noun and end with its opposite. 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