http://slow.writerscafe.org/innocentdemon The original writings of author emma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109950 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a journey through the inner workings of one girl's mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/1175860/ -Chase- There’s something terribleabout losing both of your best friends at the same time. Even though Andrea andSkye and I weren’t exactly getting along, it still hurt when we found outAndrea was in a coma and Skye fell into depression. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/986320/ When I’m all cleaned up,that person takes me to a new room that smells faintly of stale coffee. It’s agreat improvement.  “Thank you, John,” Camsays and takes my arm.  I clutch her, thankful forthe anchor. She&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/970422/ A chair scrapes againstthe floor and makes a terrible, chilling sound. Someone pulls it right besidemine. “Elexa, would you mind telling us what happened to your eyes?” “You figured it out,” Isnap. “I cut them out.”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/970421/ I wait as patiently as Ican for Ken to come back and count off the minutes in my head. When twentyrolls by, I give up hope that he’s coming back anytime soon. I try and letmyself relax, try and forget the painful solitude of being blind, and rememberwhat it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/970420/ “Please tell me your name,” the man sitting across from mesays.  I reach out and grip hisarm for support. “Elexa Waters.” “Hello, Elexa. 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My throat was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/966337/ -Skye- Two months after theescapade in which I became a murderer and we left Nate, he was dropped off athis home in a coma. No one knew how he got that, and no one knew how he’dreceived the injury. Just like Andrea. He hasn’t so much as fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/965938/ -Andrea- Floating . . . floating . . . floating . . . I’m floating!  Floating higher above any clouds could reach.  But sometimes I get dragged back down and then I’m staring into those eyes, the ones thatburn just to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/964348/ she wonders; she forgets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/959243/ -Dean- I found myself staring atthe body of the dead girl. Camille, not “the dead girl.” Her name is Camille.Was.  Skye sobbed on the floor afew inches away from me, but I was so mad at her I couldn’t even look down. She.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/949382/ -Skye- “Andrea, please wake up,” I cried.  She didn’t budge. Just laidthere on that floor, in the hallway, her face crumpled in what seemed to bepain. Unmoving. I toppled to my butt, threwmyself across her m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/948854/ -Camille- There was a lot ofscreaming. Names being shouted into the air, for all of our ears to hear. Irecognized Andrea screaming for that ghombie girl, Jolie. And a male voice hadcalled Andrea. Then that girl who had been leaning over the boy still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/948809/ Just one swig, just one sip, One more feel of glass on lip.Slosh it down, drink it up,Drain all the beer in that cup. Dear friend, why don’tyou just stop?Release the drink, letit drop.Why must you tortureyourself so?Can&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/948270/ -Andrea-  It would be anunderstatement if I said I was shocked when Chase burst into the room Jolie andI were still sitting in.  “Andrea!” he screamed and ran up to me. I barely had time to standbefore he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/947876/ -Dean- I texted Skye the wholetaxi-ride to her location. She told me about Chase and his kiss and the wholeride I wanted to punch something. I could just picture him effortlessly slidinghis hands around her cheeks and pulling his lips towards hers and l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/937234/ -Chase- Staring at Skye as she sat,fuming, I thought of everything that had led to this moment. The angst ofliking your best friend. The terrible awkward tension when Andrea told me sheliked me back. The panicky breathlessness of our first date. The c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/929576/ -Skye- Nervously, I kept checkingmy phone to see if Dean had texted back. I knew Penelope wouldn’t--mostly justbecause I hadn’t told her what I was doing and she trusted me. But I keptthinking Dean would. Even though I had explicitly told .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/908620/ -Dean- I’d managed to talk Skye outof looking for Andrea for three days. But when Nate went missing as well, allhell broke loose in her mind. She became frantic, insane, desperate. 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Iwatched as Dean did the same right next to me. &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/868301/ -Andrea- Screams echoed from down thehall. I pressed my hands against my ears to try and block the sound, but itseeped through my fingers and I heard it all the same. Scared tears dripped offmy cheeks and I crawled to the corner of the stone wall, dis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/866211/ -Dean- The couch was warm, as ifsomeone had been sitting there recently. I clasped my hands together and waitedpatiently for someone to start talking. I heard some muffled talking from downthe hall. Skye nudged me.  “So, what do you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/845620/ -Chase- I kicked at a particularilylarge rock as I walked towards Andrea’s house. I grumbled to myself about howimpractical this all was. She was probably at the library or something, and hadjust forgotten to call. She was going to be fine, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/845252/ -Skye- Dean and I walked all theway to our graveyard; the one Andrea, Chase and I had deemed ours. Dean and Iwere walking pretty close, and the extra heat from his body was appreciated. Hisbreath came in short chops of fog, and so did mine. We joked t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/845080/ -Skye- I paced the length of thesmall room I shared with Penelope. She was my roommate in my witch trainingschool, and my closest friend here. But she didn’t even compare to Drey. Shewas the best friend I’d ever had, and always will be. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/845055/ -Nate- My head pounded, my stomachflip-flopped, and my mouth still taste like vomit. My bed was full of sweat,but I was too weak to get up and change the blankets. My dad was out getting mesome mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/844979/ falling for you all over again . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/844755/ Nate wasn’t at school. Hetexted me at lunch to tell me he was sick, and he probably wouldn’t be able toget out of bed for a few days. I wondered if I had something to do with hissickness. But I carried on with my day. The best part of it truly was when I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/843964/ I heard a soft knock on mydoor.  “Come in,” I called.  My grandmother pushed intomy bedroom, wearing a sheepish grin. “Hi, honey.”  “Hi.”  She sat on the edge of mybed. “Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/842959/ Nate let me into his truck,and then he got in on the other side. I took in my surroundings for the secondtime, trying to ignore the painfully fast pace my heart was beating at. Natesmiled at me, and I smiled at him. He started the vehicle and we began drivingaway. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/840073/ I pretended to be asleep atfirst, but before long she just opened the door and walked in on me lying onthe couch, my eyes wide open. Huh. Guess I hadn’t locked the door . . . oops.Skye looked really pretty. Her golden hair was tied in a loose bun, and a few.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/839989/ The house was dark. Thelittle light the setting sun offered illuminated only a few things, like thefurniture and pictures on the walls. I turned on the lights and everythingflooded with colour. I made my way to the kitchen and saw a yellow Post-It onthe counter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/838609/ i notice the small things . . . i wonder if you do, too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/innocentdemon/836806/ I pulled open the door toChase’s blue Honda and plopped into the seat. 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