http://slow.writerscafe.org/FALLENangel777 The original writings of author Noah Scott en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047097 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/973996/ Character Info http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/973970/ Bobby Hutton's best friend, Marcus Dawson, is in a ruff situation. When he comes to live with him, what'll his dad have to say about it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/973964/ “Adrian?” Ethan says, concerned thatAdrian had suddenly stopped talking. When he fell to the floor and startedshaking, Ethan knew something was wrong. He picked up his brother and rushedhim to his car, speeding to the hospital. As soon as Adrian was in the hands ofthe doctors, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/965208/ My mouth is shutIt'll stay that wayIt has been everSince that dayThe day I found out Who I wasIt's staying shutFor those like meWho can't beWhat they want to beThis Silence could fill An eternityBut that's okWith meI can waitI'll stay strongI won't let othersTell me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/964228/ Short little teaser for ya http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/961474/ I'm a better actor than people know,always careful to never show.At times I slip or fall right downand some will realize that I'm not the "me" they've known. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/958108/ It's confusing being mebecause I'm split up into threeI'm arguing inside myselfand with myself I'll always beall alonein house, not homewith I, myself, and me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/958100/ What is a house?Four walls, a floor, a roof?And people call a house a home?Where is the love and family?Without these, what goodis a house to me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/957735/ Wrote this for my creative writing class last year and I'm pretty proud of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/957732/ I wrote this when I first came out as bisexual. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/957563/ This is a "from me to me" kind of poem where I'm talking to me when I was younger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/957556/ This is written with many things in mind, bullying and the shortness of life among them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/957548/ I enjoy playing with words, so this is just a "how I see it" kind of poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/957543/ What's the point in being fake?When all it does is make you break?And being you so much fun,but when you're fake, you're forced to run.It tires you out and wears you down.It makes you cry, hide, sob, and frown.So what's the point when you're not you?You'll feel much better if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/951109/ Whenever I wear my baggy pants,my mom is always goin' on rants sayin',"Why can't you dressmore like a girl?"It makes me steam,wanna stand up and scream,"Cause I'm notand I'll never be one!"But where would thatput me?HELL!My friends always sayin',"But you're so cutewhen you'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/951103/ Adrian's now in 8th grade, but some of his familyis still trying to figure out where they stand. Ethan's a Junior in high schooland will have to go to school with Adrian next year.           &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/950969/ There might be spoilers in here, I'm not sure of the ending myself yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/950679/ I'm tired of waiting for people to try.To try and see things with me eye to eye.And every time I hear their words,they makes me want to cry."It's nothing" I say,moving onuntil it's to lateto address the problem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/950639/ My baggy jeans,My rags,My rings,My boots,My caps,My hidden straps,My life that's been a lie.I'm going on,Screaming, "You're wrong",And trying hard to seeThe reasons for this cruel, cruel fate,A body marked as "she".It would've been...It could've been...Much easier for me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/949218/ What's so hard to understand?It's just the way I am.I'm a boy and I'm a girl.I'm not confused, I AM.So let me dress the way I want,and be what I want to be.Cause, no matter what,Whether you like it or not,I am only me.If you don't like it,Well, tough luck.I ain't takin' it no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/949212/ What's in a gender?More like, "What's a gender in?"I'll tell you.It's in your head,not in your pants.It's "who" you are,not "what". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/949209/  It'sbeen a week since Katie became Adrian, and most people accepted it. Though somehad a harder time in doing so.            "Ethan!Adrian! Time to go!" shouted Joseph (his dad) up the stairs.     &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/949049/ Gender and Sex,what's the diff?Sex is what you are,Gender's how you live. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/949037/ What you hiding, boy?Trying on your baggy clothesand practicing the way you walk,the way you think,the way you talk.What you hiding, boy?A pair of breasts,a hairless chest,and nothing in your pantsto make you what you are.What you hiding, boy?Making sure to cover upand hide so they don't see,the tel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/949035/ 5th grade was only the beginning of a long listof problems. It was where Katie became Adrian, and that in itself was hardenough.            "Okclass. Let's split up into boys and girls so we can measure our heights."said the teacher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/948837/ Freshman year was its own form personal of Hell.As I started the year, it was, for the most part, uneventful. About half waythrough, well, let's just say this is where Hell really comes into the picture.       &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/948836/     (In school during passing time. It's Adrian and Nate's Junior year. Adrian is walking up the stairs)Ryan (Ry): Have a nice trip, freak. (he trips Adrian, sending him down the stairs)Adrian (A.): (sits up)(whispered) Diabhal e (Damn it). (his wrists and knees are scratch up)(st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/948708/ “So who am I meeting?” Kyra asked, getting into Nathan’s car. “My cousin Adrian and his family.” he replied as he turned the car on, backing up.“Your cousin?” asked Kyra as Nathan pulled out of her driveway and onto the main road. “Yes, my cousin.&rdq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/944509/ Character Info http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/944374/ Transgender Adrian has a heart condition and might not have long to live. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/944370/ He had been on cloud nine all afternoon and couldn't wait to get off work. He had picked up the ring the day before; a simple, yet, at the same time, ravoushing engagement ring, and he would see her tonight. He had rented a gondola for the whole night and would ask her at midnight. And there it was,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/901180/ I use the want ads as my prompts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/901143/ This one doesn't have the sister. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/894785/ Hali is battling through life, facing his mother, his school, and his appearance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/894782/ I was 12 when my older brother died in a car crash. I remember sitting in the car with him, just moments before it happened. When the light turned green, Sam drove into the intersection, right when a truck came speeding through the red light, smashing into the drivers side door. The car fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/889682/ Ryans older brother, Sam, died when Ryan was 12 (Sam was 16). Ryan can see and talk to him. Takes place in modern day Salem, MA. From Ryans POV. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/888777/ This is one of those pieces I wrote when I was 12. I've revised and rewritten the hell out of it. Frankly, I think it still sucks but I'll let you be the judge of that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/887474/ Six o’clock, “Is it really time to get up?” My question was answered as my alarm clock continued to sound. I started across the kitchen towards the coffee maker. My red hair was still down and messy, I was still in my pajamas, and groggy. As I flipped through the weeks-old .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/884271/ This is one of my earlier stories that I'm still working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/884269/ Character Sheet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/882258/ Lizzi's POV"Aiden?" I called out, searching for my friend, knowing he could probably be anywhere in the castle. "Aiden!?" I shouted, turning a corner, my feet coming in contact with something that sends me to the floor. Or rather, someone."You should really watch where you're running Lizzi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/879604/ It's not really unending, it will end.... at some point I'm sure. Vampires, royalty, and love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/879597/ She started down the stairs and toward the door. "Where are you going to go?” I asked, “Nobody's home and you don't even have on shoes.”She stopped, looking down at her bare feet, her hand lingering on the doorknob. When she stepped away she turned towards the couch, avoiding my ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/879557/ Character Sheet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/877164/ Character Sheet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/877128/ Hey guys, I'm gonna be writing out my Character Sheets, so that's what this is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/877127/ As I readied myself for the opening of the show, I heard the start of the music, my cue to go on stage. I heard the squeals and screams of excitement as I suddenly appeared on stage in a puff of smoke, as I flashed my teeth in a luring smile, thinking of the hours to come."Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/843673/ A traveling circus is behind hundreds of murders, tortures, and kidnappings. The story is told from the point of view of the ringmaster. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/843668/ When it came time to go, I suddenly felt nervous. Though that feeling vanished when I saw her. In her signature TRIPP's and boots, accompanied by a skin-tight, black wife-beater and an air force jacket. She smiled, making everything inside me reflect it.If I had foreseen something like this happenin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FALLENangel777/831359/