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I decided to reedit it and post it. And now here we are... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/795036/ By some miracle I make it to my bus before it departs. The ride home is uneventful and I take the time to ponder my encounters with Nick. The bus drives by the recently occupied house that I noticed on my way to school. I conclude that it must be the house Nick moved into. There is a man getting gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/793869/ What memoriesThese bring to lightOn those darkAnd stormy nightsA window seatWith lamplight’s glowReminding youReap what you sowAnd when these thoughtsBecome too darkRest your eyesOpen your heartWhispers aboundthroughout the chambersListen closelyPay mind to dangersJourney toThat place called h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/793831/ Weeks passed and Vincent and I spent almost every night together testing our abilities and researching exactly what we were. 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It wasn’t until recently that I learned these feelings were more accurate t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/793268/ Annikki Dawn is a 23 year old woman sharing her body with the soul of a demon. Hating that she isn't in full control of herself, she tries to rid herself of it and tells her story along the way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/793267/ “Aw, bloody hell”, I say to myself while looking in the mirror. I am still groggy and have sleep in my eyes but even with all these hindrances I still am able to make out the giant pimple on my chin. “Crap.” I feel my reflection needs to be reminded just one more time about m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/793046/ Work in progress about an ordinary girl with an extraordinary life about to open up before her as she assumes her inherited duty. Not going to say too much more just yet... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/793044/ Pretty much how I'm feeling at the moment. Not great by any means but I figured writing beat the other option of screaming. Less for the neighbors to worry about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/793006/ A rather embellished recount of semi-factual events circa 2006. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/792877/ The beginning of an idea wiggling around in my brain-stuffs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/792607/ Do I love your memory... 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I need you to...I grow weary of beating against youtrying to pound into your soulopen those muddy eyes of yours let me dive into the pupillike t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wafflemeow/789923/