http://slow.writerscafe.org/CreativeWriter%3C3 The original writings of author osnapitzlainee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776138907 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15      So Carmen said she was going to introduce me to Gabriel. Is she crazy? I can't do anything but blush around him. How am I going to say hi? I really wish I could say hi...      Shes going to introduce me to him on Tuesday because he is currently in Florida for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter%3C3/1149621/      "5 more minutes until band" I whispered to myself, staring at the clock in my fourth period class. Miss Cluster kept going on and on about the cold war, which I honestly did not care about.      "15 more seconds.." The bell finally rings. I basically jump.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter%3C3/1146496/ Eliza Ricca is a 7th grade girl. She is insecure, & she does have a crush on Gabriel West. 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I'll tell you what happened in chronological order. Okay, well I went to school and when I stepped in, I saw Alek and his friend,Daniel, were talking. I couldnt help but have the thought that they were talking about me. I got nervous and while walki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter%3C3/826977/ "Cole's a w-what?" Jesse asked, almost sounding like he wanted to burst out in hysterics of laughter.I shot a long, cold glare at Scarlett, as she bit her lip, wishing she could take back her words."She's just joking." I lied, adding a small grin to make my lie even more convincing.Jesse smirked, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter%3C3/824504/      "Wake up Bella!" exclaimed my perfect stepmother, Lisa, from outside my brown door, her perfect, brown curls bouncing up and down on her shoulder. She opened the door, walking in, her high heels clicking everytime she took a step. 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I'm just seeing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter%3C3/821125/ I like CHOCOLTEI like CHIPSI like COOKIESWhat do u get when u mix them? CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!!!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter%3C3/821083/ "...Cassandra?" my mother asked, in a soft voice. I nodded, feeling ashamed. This was it. I was caught. "Cassandra... Cassandra?!" my mother shouted, in a sudden change of mood. I didn't know how I felt. One moment she was sweet, soft, subtle. The next moment her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CreativeWriter%3C3/821075/ I opened my mouth, trying to form an excuse " something, anything! " but, to no avail. He grabbed my arm, his rough grip making me whimper. But that didn’t slow him down. He yanked me out into my front yard and towards my mother’s car. 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