http://slow.writerscafe.org/AliceRed The original writings of author Alice Red en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021550 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 in my mind you look gorgeous in scarves.but you are not a hipster. and neither am i, for that matter.hardwood floors, because they just look more expensive than carpet does.and of course, my fireplace. it's too big; but you're trying to prove something i guess."lindsey."you never say my name like it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceRed/815142/ a kissable situationfollowed by combustiona called forclarification.to the point where i'm smilingbut cant seemto remember why... like deep downi knew you'd be mine.just give it time(i'll be fine.) tomorrow came quickerthen i remember;and you're blinkingOFF then ONOFF then ONhere besi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceRed/815015/ i am going to study the stars.i want to learn about the planets, and the Universe; galaxies, perhaps.  The Age of Aquarius. "a great spiritual awakening."  sometimes, i feel like i've run out of stories. and then i remember that it's my own fault, really. tucking myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceRed/813896/ just so you know, i've got an old toolbox by my closet door.hammers.  screwdrivers; phillips and flathead. nails & washers.    i stuck some scotch tape, underneath my mattress.  superglue in my trunk.   there is always a needle and thread, in my breas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceRed/813520/ "i fucked you in my dream last night; you smelled like tulips and weed."  i gasp, and then blush.i love the smell of tulips. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceRed/813509/ she rents.she longboards.she wears original ray-bans. cheetah print.  where's that fifties style appreciation for gender roles, these days?  A line skirts; hanes undershirts. "hey, alice."   plus a little bit of her mother, mixed in.  the chin; the i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceRed/813496/  statistically, i should be dead. i've read in magazine after article before newspaper sometimes with an ad.about the polls; the trends.  my generation of disappearances.  physically, i am just waiting around; watching i guess.  taking notes.  observations. st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceRed/813259/ running my hand over the spines of everything that makes me feel, whole, here. dust falling back and leading trails; admitting my existence in these finger tip wakes. dirty black smudges becoming titles, stretching and yawning; every opening and reopening, is a new dawn in this place. year.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceRed/813180/ like sitting quietly by, and watching a small child deconstruct its favorite toy.this.this right here.this was what it felt like to witness my still pumping heart, in your hands.small blue chairs that were never, really, big enough. preschool tables still stained with glitter and glue; torn construc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceRed/813176/ Husband and Wife are finishing up at a downtown posh bar. Wife uses her sexuality to establish a dominance over Husband, only to have it quite literally thrown in her face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceRed/813173/