http://slow.writerscafe.org/shardsofFrance The original writings of author shardsofFrance en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040464 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Polaroid photos,Angry teachers,Hallway madness,Football-worthy tackles,Countless detentions,Sharpie markers,Yellow paper pads,Unhooked bras,First kisses,Truth or Dare,Slight affair,I'm 600 miles away from myself,I'm 600 miles away from my love,I'm 600 mies away from my best friend,And somethings got.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shardsofFrance/826927/ You go for the same girls.Pretty, Perfect, Girly."Such a beautiful personality I could get lost in her eyes.""She's a w***e with nice tits."If I was the same.A s**t with big tits.A sexy "love" slave.Would you love me then?I'm just not transparent enough for you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shardsofFrance/824697/      Valentine Dell Quidd sat on the floor of her bathroom with a thick soggy notebook, an orange gel pen, and the neopagan book in front of her.  She copied detailed notes and a variety of spells and rituals.  Valentine was born into a Christian family.  Her mother, a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shardsofFrance/821959/      One minute I was awake, and the next I spent asleep.  I stood on your porch.  It was a long creaking one in mint condition .  The white paint was scrubbed away revealing the wood's original color.  The house was clean, modern, and one-story.  The wal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shardsofFrance/821505/ A story or a memorie? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shardsofFrance/820917/ Chapter 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shardsofFrance/820534/      In the early morning hours of January 17, 1417 a scream rang out and a poor woman gave birth to a baby girl.  The woman was growing weak and losing precious time.  She wiped the baby down and swaddled her in torn rags.  The woman gradually made her way down si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shardsofFrance/812926/ She is fate and fate is immortal. The consequencce of the world will be determined by her young, arrogant mind. She is Yvonne, of Russian descent, and she will stop at nothing to murder destiny. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shardsofFrance/812905/