http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rebbie95 The original writings of author Beck Louise en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049510 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An Introduction to my Novel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/2844264/ Haven't posted in ages. I'd love to get some new feedback :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1497736/ First of two parts, let me know what you think! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1080736/ This is where the story starts to take off, so please, review :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1080545/ An extract from something I am writing, let me know what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1068724/ Mature themes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1068096/ Now and foreverfrom this day forwardand all that have passedand all that remainWe shall appreciate themEvery minute of every dayUntil our final momentuntil our last breathwe shall honour them. On this day, our silence will showthe importance of their sacrifice that their death wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1067008/ I'm not afraid of the noises in the middle of the night, or the bitter midnight darkness. I'm not afraid because I hope they find me, the monsters under the bed and hiding in the wardrobe. The moment when I almost walk out in front of a car on the busy road only takes my breath away, because I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1066959/ I'll put on my clothes. Brush my teeth,and my hair. I'll put on my shoes, and skip breakfast, like always.I'll paint my face with make up and fake smiles. I'll say goodbye tomy family, to my home. They don't even notice. This train is so crowded, I gounnoticed again. Perhaps I've gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1065413/ There are so many good things I could say about you. Millions, in fact. However, the most important things are these which I will write in this letter to you. The things that I love about you. I love the way you're impossibly proper, in your speech, in your dressing, in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1065390/ I haven't written any poetry in a while...you can tell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1047127/ I refuse to be belittled While you plead your innocent part crumbling to ashes from your wordsThey've cut me too deep not to scarhow can you be blind to the painyou've been causing me for so long?you've been the reason for my demiseI blamed myself for all you did wrongI refuse to let you w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1039463/ Yup. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1037494/ She was just lost in wonderlandshe'd let herself lean too far slipping into the rabbit holemaybe she would never come homeShe had fallen, chasing somethingthat never even existed at alla distant dream, that had slowlyburned through her sanityFalling, deeper and deeper,it got harder to return to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1036379/ Something I wrote in English today haha. This is pretty much how I feel towards someone just now. Be honest in your reviews http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1035758/ I see you in this butterfly,it's wings, so intricate,weaving a web of beautyto intrigue all admirersI see you in this butterflyso dainty, so unawarenever admiring itself, but beautiful, always.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1032119/ I keep a closeeye on her as she stumbles through the forest. Flying above makes iteasier to keep track of her. Her disorientation is quite obvious. Idoubt she even knows that the direction she's running in will onlylead her into the most dangerous part of the woods. She's reached itnow. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1031548/ I'll find my peace of mind,take my heart away from you.I'll sellotape it back togetherand never let you touch it againThe deep scars will fadebut the traces of hurt remain,seeped painfully into my skin, like the venom you shot me withYou never saw the pain you caused.I guess It was my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1030918/ I hate the sheets on these bunks.They're so thin and itchy. I roll about uncomfortably, feeling moreirritated as the night drags on.I flick my phone on and off, checking the time far too frequently. Ifeel the exhaustion battle with my eyelids, they feel heavy andflutter. But every time I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1027372/ The way he looks at me is sofrustrating. Is he seriously giving me the eyes? Those big browneyes. Oh god, he needs to stop looking at me like that. Alex justwalked past me. This does nothing for the guilt I feel for eventhinking that way about Jack. I mean, he's my brothers best friend.We'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1027310/ All Time Low fan fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1027308/ We are like rain and sunsuch opposites, so differentyet so beautiful togetherWe are a rainbow. We resemble the frostThe mark of the nights starsThe promise of the sunWe are a beautiful day.We are the moonshining down upon usilluminating our beauty We are shining. We are the sparkle in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1024098/ I'vealways loved the way the water feels. When it's all around you,covering your whole body. It makes you feel like you could be flying.That's what I feel like. Like I'm dreaming. Dreaming of being in theclouds, floating. I can almost see them around me. The real world isdisappearing now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1022576/ This was very emotional for me to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1021615/ The trees are still. The feeble breezeisn't enough to even sway them. The leftover raindrops fall from theleaves, leaving the air feeling damp. My footsteps are barely heard,covered by the noises of the post rain forest. That's the way I likeit. Unheard. Unseen. Deadly. My footing is careful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1020577/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1020549/ It'sbeen a week. A week since I was in Glasgow. I've just cut myself offfrom everyone. I keep making excuses not to see Zandy. An illnesshere, a bad day there, a sudden demand of my presence at friends andfamily events. I know he's suspicious, he knows something's wrong,and soon enough, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1016873/ Iwake up, not gently, not gradually. I snap awake. The guilt and thedisgust hit me like a ton of bricks. What did I do? I feel tearssting my eyes so I quickly and carefully creep to the bathroom,locking the door behind me. Looking around, I reside to sit on thefloor. My knees reach my ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1016397/ Not my best, but getting into the real story here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1015937/  “Ah!”I suck my finger, hoping the pain might relieve. Looking at it oncemore, I see red. I shiver, childishly, sickened slightly by the sightof my own blood. I pick the broach up again, from where I dropped itat my feet. Making sure my outfit is safe from the spillage of bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1015307/ An attempt at something sexual, seeing as I've not wrote anything similar before, based loosely on a dream I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1013846/  “Wherehave you been?” My mothers voice pierces the silence as I creepthrough the door. I turn, somewhat nervously, I need not sayanything, my face is a dead give away that I know I should be introuble. “Um...”I begin, but she cuts me off before I have a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1012773/ I flick the lighter on and off, carelessly. The breeze puts it out again, and again, with ease. I'm fascinated by the flames. The way they flicker and dance, dangerously, holds my gaze awhile. Cigarette smoke flittered in front of me, like a blowing wind, entwining in itself. It moved so slowly and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1012772/ Icould only stare at the exterior of the hotel. Whyam I even here? Ithought to myself, tempted to turn around again. I'd come to farnow. No,I didn't spend 60 quid and come 7 hours on a bus all the way toOxford to go back home again. Istart to walk forward, my feet b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1012770/ Iopen my door, feeling the usual warmth of my room hit me. I drop mybag, carelessly, on the floor and go to dash from the room again. Thekitchen calls me as it usually does when I arrive home after beingaway, food is my first thought as I enter my house, and this wantcannot be kept at ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1012769/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1012767/ I'm just keeping going with this for as long as there's a story to be told. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1012758/ I'm scared to love youThe complication pulls me inLong nights, thinking of youI'll never let my heart winThe more I tell myselfHe's no more than a friendThe more i find myselfKnowing I cannot pretend I can't escape his smilehis words seep into my skinI want to lay awhile just me and himYou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1012731/ Part three to Time Bomb. Feedback would be great. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1011397/ If anyone has wattpad please mail me!! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1011341/ Not powerful, not about romance or death but it mattered to me so I wrote about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1011256/ As promised, follow up for Time Bomb. I didn't feel comfortable putting in his second name, so I just left blanks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1009721/ This is just a beginning of something. I just want to see if it catches anyone's interest, so I can decide whether to continue it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1009656/ This is special to me, so please be kind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1009503/ I wrote this a good few years ago now, so it's a bit rough but I was proud of it at the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1009473/ I open my door, feeling the usual warmth of my room hit me. I drop my bag, carelessly, on the floor and go to dash from the room again. The kitchen calls me as it usually does when I arrive home after being away, food is my first thought as I enter my house, and this want cannot be kept at bay for l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1008191/ I'd write it down on paperbut my blood may stain the pageI'm still bitter towards you butmy depressing mind killed my rageI need to let you know nowjust how much you let me downforcing your tactless wordson top of me as I drownI asked for nothing but helpYou turned on me in my hour of needsided with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1006553/ Drenched in regret, but showing no remorse,She stares at the sky,hoping to float away.Her cigarette burns bright, the ash will crumble and fall.like her soul, it hits the ground,burnt, used, unwanted.She leans over the balcony,tempting fate to push her,but it just laughs harshly, at h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1005133/ This is very personal. Please review but I ask you to be gentle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1004864/ This is written for someone who I thought was a friend...but fucked me over. Yeah, cool. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebbie95/1003156/