Adeline E. Weathers | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/acatcus The original writings of author Adeline E. Weathers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775301493 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sandpaper [Revised. Nonsensical.] 7.14.21 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2825873/ Sandpaper - I [Rough Draft] 1.30.21 my final piece before hiatus. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2825872/ How do I start? eyes closed, letting go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795509/ I see is that not how it works? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795506/ Am I? I am okay... I think? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795504/ I think it's sweet There's something sweetabout the wayyour arms wrap around meinstinctivelyAnd the wayyour eyebrows perk upas your mouth curls uplike you want me thereat that momenta. withered http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795502/ What about you? I want you, do you want me too? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795501/ What do you think? for him... or for him? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795499/ Dandelions I wanna let the wind take me away too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795498/ The Act Can you please..? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795282/ I wasn't bothered what should I do next? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795003/ Pointless pointless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795002/ Emotions life just comes and go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2795000/ what a file from a folder named 'notes to blabber' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2794999/ I wanna make Art I make to live; I live to make http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2794903/ I like to paint I want to make things again, and I am. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2794902/ I'm waiting A script from the note gallery 2020. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2794040/ Alone a script from the notes gallery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2794038/ Black Painted Canvas Monochromatic or Greyscale; 13121 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2793932/ Slender Being I always had a feeling of eyes in every direction, yet I can never catch it. A feeling of being watched just struck and stuck within me. I thought it was normal... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2793882/ A Book I would Never Want To Write or Remember To Write but Writing Here I am and I guess I'm going to actually write about it, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2793881/ A Werewolf's Cry A wolf has yet to know herself that she is indeed one but with a split subconscious; a part of her rejects and the other accepts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2793867/ A Werewolf's Cry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2793866/ The Recluse Scratches.His blunt nails caressed the skin on his elbows, covering it with deep red marks. A mannerism he had grown accustomed and had been prohibited to.Light from the window gleamed and bounced to the full mirror his bed faced, dancing across the reflection of his exposed chest, his breathing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2793865/ The Recluse “An insane catastrophic nature in the mind of a child.” A journey through the art of manipulation, isolation, and killing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2793864/ A Woman In Solace [Unedited. Rough Draft.] A woman who sought and drowned in the comfort of loneliness. Simone Finley tells a story of her own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acatcus/2791109/