http://slow.writerscafe.org/katmarie_714 The original writings of author Kat en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002109 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I took some time with this. I had to write three different things, and bring them together to get to this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katmarie_714/962244/ finally being interested in someone i see a lot... (: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katmarie_714/954107/ my first english assignment since middle school that i've had to write any type of prose. the topic: write the first chapter of your own war story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katmarie_714/924381/ I push the food aroundStaring, wanting, needing.Forkfuls of forced bites Make their way Down my throat. Simply looking at the foodMakes me want to hurl.I feel like the calories Seep into my skin, Making me so much heavier. I look in the mirror, See a whale.Every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katmarie_714/824172/ I realize this is asking quite a bit, but if anybody could proofread this and give me some helpful hints, I need to rewrite it for my world lit class!! 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