http://slow.writerscafe.org/Anne4life The original writings of author Dominique en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013106 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The sun is warm,The water cool to the touch.Yet sitting here,Surrounded by the image of serenity,I can’t help my heart from longing. My mind drifts to a different calm. The soft warmth of skin under my fingers,The loud maniacal giggles that fill a room,The choking feel of chili perme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/2784233/ I have met a fae,He is handsome, With warm brown eyes,And a disarming smile.His charm is his magic. His magic is his charm.I have met a fae,He smiled at me,Led me astray,To his bedWhere many wonderful nights were spent.Yet before we slept,He warned me not to get attached,Lest the magic wea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/2784232/ Flames.The burning itch.I feel it chase up and down my body.It is always there,Just underneath the surface.I am burning up,All of the sins of my life,All of my indecision,It leaves caustic scars on my skin,Welts that don’t leave for days on endAnd caked blood that clings to the underside of my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/2784230/ Oh glorious quiet serenity, How beauteous is your perfect unblemished skin?If only you could forever remain unscarred, If only you could stay in your perfection. If only you could eternally be innocent. Untouched, Your beauty is that of possibility, For as long as you r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1730130/ Just a girl talking to God http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1727379/ Story 1. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1553927/ Poem 4. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1544589/ Poem 3. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1544586/ poem 2. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1544584/ Poem #1. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1544582/ So I am still alive, I have just been longhand writing for the past year. So this will just be a collection of what I was writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1544575/     It was a quiet day. Not silent, just quiet. The quiet where the trees rustle lightly to the soft breeze and the soft movements of his lover could be heard from downstairs. It was a calm day too. One where he couldn’t hear the angry voices of others from inside his bedroom, j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1365684/     He stands in the band room with a bored look. The teacher was talking to the Trombones again and he was left to do nothing. The drumsticks that sat in his back pocket called to him, enticing him to play with them. Whipping them out he started to drum in the air. From where I sat b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1277442/             It was just another summer day, mysister and I were lazily mulling about the house wondering what we should do,when my sister spotted brown tape that was laying out in the open on dad’sdesk, daring us to play with it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1263022/ Happy again, so I wrote this. Hope you all like it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1256512/     A boy sits in front of the black grand piano. He looks no older than seventeen, with sheets of empty music paper strewn about. As he plays, he jots down the notes, trying to remember the bridge between the melody and harmony that he successfully did the day before. His hazel eyes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1192143/ I apologize if you do not understand what I am talking about and you do not have to read this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1187086/ To the few who know me, Not as the quiet girl in the corner,Not as the smart girl in class,Not as the sister who makes every imaginary game a thousand times better,Not as the soundboard for all your feelings,Not as the invisible piece of air that floats around the building,Going to class five m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1187063/    The smell of fresh-cut pine trees assaulted my nose. It was musty though, as if the air had not been cleaned in weeks. My eyes felt like lead and it took what seemed like a decade to force them open. I quickly regretted opening my eyes, as soon as I saw where I was. The walls that surro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1117080/ I don't care who reads this...Just starting to write again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1112835/ Just about a break up that this girl experienced. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1054579/ Kinda a song.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1049710/ Well, I am literaly confused now after homecoming.... and I had to write it out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1049196/  Can I disappear without leaving a trace? Or will someone notice my absence from normal life?I thought this stupid hole in my heart is what set me apartBut look at me nowI feel empty and lifelessMoving through the motions of life without a care to theworldIs this h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1045776/ It is a little long, so sorry for the length. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1045765/ Another Anne story yey! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1045299/ It was an english assingment. But I want to know how you like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1045075/ Kinda angry... idk why but I have been in an angry mood lately. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1043955/ Wishing I was near a star, I see your face looking at me.Looking at the birds I wished I could be as free as one whenI saw your face.Reading a romance novel, I wished I had true love, and youembraced me.Then I wished for you to be my friend forever and youcomplied as if it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1033277/ Are there still editing mistakes in it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1033258/ With a whole day of being with that bloody psychiatrist,Anne was fuming. I hate him. He evenforced me to be with him while we waited for my mother. She moodilythought. Finally at 6:00, her mother arrived to pick her up. “Mom, where were you? I was waiting for you to come in at 8:.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1021491/ The next day, her mother took her to Dr. Cliff’s officeinstead of her school, Eastbound High. “Mom, Why are we here? I told my friends that I would be atschool today,” Anne spoke nervously, not knowing what to think.“We are going to Dr. Cliff’s office be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1021466/ “Why hello there, you must be Anne. I have heard a lot aboutyou and I even read your most recent bit of writing,” This tall man with blackhair started to say. He had an oddly soft slow voice.“Why did you read my essay?” Anne asked suspicious.“Well your m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1020453/ Sitting in a chair, Anne fidgeted around she needed to talkto him. For goodness sake her mom wanted her to see a psychiatrist!  And she also wanted to see his face before hermom took her to see him, knowing deep in her heart that she might go to theasylum for it. Anne couldn’t t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1020443/ Tired of the stupidity that happened for her in one day,Anne flopped on her small brown bed. Just then someone knocked on her bedroomdoor. “What?” she sternly asked her mom.“Well dear, I got a call from the office saying that you arehaving trouble dealing with all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1020380/ Earlier that day.-Walking down the hall to first period, Angelo saw some girlsgiving this geek a hard time. At first he thought to leave but then, a smallvoice in his head that sounded a lot like his girlfriend sounded.“You should help her. Those girls are just beating on her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1020062/ The teacher just looked at Anne for a moment, and handed her, apass to the counselors. The thing told meto write about my life. What was I supposed to do? Write about something jollyand happy go lucky like the day I got a dog? No way. My life is too big to justwrite about the happy thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1020028/ I can see someone doing a joke like this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1013486/ Am I copying anyone? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1013478/ You know that essay she was tlking about to Angelo? It's kinda short but here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1011847/ This is still in third person, but in Angelo's POV. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1011560/ Umm, at my breaking point with my sis and mom so I wrote a poem for it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/1006751/ Can hell be this sweet? You kiss me and I melt.Just to wake and see that I threw you at arms’ length away.Your sweet blue eyes are now ice and I know I did wrong.Mom says that my eyes have returned to their normal glisten.But I doubt that the “weight” she ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/993790/ Just broke up and this... this is what is left. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/993743/                 It’s been two whole days and youare still mad for him. What on earth are you thinking! Anne thought, angrilyas she walked to lunch. Lately Angelo has been sitting with her, whispering inher ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/986588/ My thoughts on wether i should stay or break up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/986576/ What do you do?When you are lost,Do you run around like a mad man?Do you think out the problem?When you are afraid,Do you laugh hysterically?Do you sit wordlessly?Do you scream and push the ones you love away?What do you do?When a friend is lost and helpless?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/986324/ Behold the A+ studentShe has the looks,She has the smarts,She has a kind heart...Now we will see inside!This is my broken story,Hope?Dreams?Yes they lie somewhere on the battle field.Your heart?Your mind?They both work together to fight off something.When I sleep, I see horrors to fight.Evil always .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/981599/ Why is it that every day I feel as if my heart like it is one step away from breaking?Why do I feel as if I'm on the brink of tears?With every moment of every day I see in the mirror someone shallow and selfish?I am not any of those charactare but it shows through my skinEverynight I am fighting Dea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/980870/ Sorry this one is shorter that the other two parts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne4life/980859/