http://slow.writerscafe.org/InterijentoWrite The original writings of author InterijentoWrites en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775529383 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/993384/ I was happy to read the review on the previous 'chapter'. It really made me want to keep writing. Im glad someone is enjoying this as much as I am. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/961916/ “Your hard work has paid off.” He said, pulling her in for another hug.  “Thank you, Mr. Moore. I couldn’t have done it without you.”  Mr. Moore pulled back, a cocky smile playing on his lips. “Of course you couldn’t have.” He winked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/961607/ This really isnt a chapter, its a story. I just really hate when stories are more than a page long. Makes for a tedious read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/961606/ This is just something Ive started writing up. Not really sure where it will lead. *Shrug* This isnt a book; its more of a story. Somewhere in between. I have it seperated into chapters, though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/958312/ "Phone's going to ring!"  I know, Alex.Elizabeth thought, moving to try and catch the phone before it rang. She missedby a milisecond as the ringer filled the silence.  I dont think I willever beat the ring. She thought as she answered th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/944413/ "What? Where do you have to go?" Elle asked, panictaking over her features. "No. You cant go."  Conley walked over, taking Elle by the shoulders. "Hehas to go for awhile, and sort out his new role in life." He explained.  Elle wouldnt have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/884390/ "He traded places with me."  Elle turned at the sound of Troy. He was standing behindher, and he was a ghastly color. She stared in disbelief. "What? No!"Elle looked to Conley. 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It is the easiest way to get a hold ofme.” It was Bryan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/832707/ Once Emily had put the child to bed that night, she came toElle in the living room. “We will need to do this before my husband comeshome.” She said, motioning for Elle to follow her. Elle nodded and rose fromthe couch. The two made their way up the first.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/832706/ Elle and Emily sat in the living room of the mansion. “Youseem to have done yourself well.” Elle said as she looked around. There wereextravagant paints covering the walls, and expensive furniture. A hint of woodcould be sensed in the air, and it came fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/832582/ Elle was left in the field, confused and frustrated. Conleyhad stopped answering her, and he wasn’t much help right now anyways. There wasalways some reason why he couldn’t provide her with answers, or even guidance.That could have been because he wasn&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/832558/ “That’s where you’re wrong, Elle! There isn’t anyone else.You couldn’t just heal; you had command of so many elements. Water, Fire, Wind,Light! We could have dominatedeveryone! And you threw it away! For him! For a man!”  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/832557/ Elle approached the field, and even from across, she couldsee Bryan standing in the middle of the field. She could see him smirk. She hadno idea how she was going to win this, no idea how she would get the anecdoteto save Conley. And now that she thought about it,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InterijentoWrite/831457/ 24 Hours Later Elle’s eyes slowly fluttered open. A blanket was pulled uparound her shoulders, and her head throbbed as she pulled it back, sitting up. 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