http://slow.writerscafe.org/Caroline_corpse The original writings of author Caroline Grimm en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022626 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter two from Lucian's POV. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2964277/ Chapter two but told from Caroline's POV. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2964276/ The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the dense forest as Lucian and Caroline sprinted through the underbrush. The sounds of the bounty hunters echoed behind them, a cacophony of shouts and the crack of branches underfoot. They had been on the run for days, their bodies weary but ad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2945219/ The air was thick with tension as Caroline sprinted away from the castle, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. The courtyard was now a distant memory, replaced by the chaotic whispers of the crowd and the sharp cries of shock that had echoed in her ears. She had risen from the dead, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2945218/ The dawn light struggled to break through the thick, oppressive clouds that loomed over Raeruven, casting a muted pallor across the castle's ancient stones. The air was heavy with foreboding, a silence settling over the land as the first echoes of the execution bell rang out, reverberating through t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2944944/ I hope in every life you're there for me like you were in this one. You helped me when I thought it all was done.When I was at my lowest you were there. Letting me ruffle your hair. You helped me find my laugh again. I miss us back then. Before we went our separate ways.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2944884/ wake me upwhen the world has changedwhen my funeral is arrangedwhen we go back to strangerswhen there's no dangerswake me upwhen i'm more than just a thoughtwhen my words aren't just aught when i'm understoodwhen I don't have to wear a hoodwake me upwhen in dreaming againwhen I can see againwhe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2944880/ I met the devil when i was only a childwhich i didn't know until things got wildI learned to call it my motherWith anger she would smotherher horns only appeared to me as a teenand it wasn't on halloweenit was everydaywithout delayi was scaredbut my vision was imparedi thought anger was lovetill it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2941318/ We aren't making America great again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2941315/ unfinished but awaiting comments http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2934504/ I've done everythingbut I have nothingI've been everything but I am nothingI'm happybut im everything sadI'm always happybut I'm always sadlife is great but it's really notlife is just greattill it's notI have friendsbut are they fakeI have friends but am I fake?I'm creativebut I stru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2934007/ psycotic love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2934004/ !!TW: Suicide!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2929446/ They loved each other so much they ditched the normal vows that say "till death do us part" and they created their own "death shall not separate us nothing should separate us our love is too strong even in every universe and dimension I love you and it shows so yes my love I do" And with that t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928414/ Do you ever feel unsafe in your own homeLike maybe when you're aloneDo you ever shake in fearAt what could be nearLike maybe something is watchingDo you find it shockingMaybe hear odd noisesOr maybe even voicesDo you hear knocking By the one who's stalkingAre they there to kill Is it them .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928412/ A poem to describe slipping back into that depressive episode knowing its bad but you cant help it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928411/ I love you more because i love you the way poets love wordsthe way cars love gasguitars love stringsthe spring loves flowerschefs love foodserial killers love victimspodcasters love talkingprisons love fugitives i love you more<3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928409/ "she was as pretty as a rose" he saidNo she wasn't.she was beautiful she was complicated her words hurt like thornsshe was perfectshe knows her wortheach one of her flaws, a petalwithout them she wouldn't be that rosewithout them she would be nothingnothing but a stem and a few leavesher b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928149/ Frost sits next to the door of their house looking out the window her worry only growing as her father hasn't returned from work yet. She sits on the couch thinking time is passing by too slowly and if she stays occupied her father will be home before she knows it. She turns on the TV and makes her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928141/ the beginning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928137/ Frost's grandfather hired her uncle (the only 2 relatives she has left). They killed her father and now they want to kill her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928133/ Love isn't one to follow boundaries. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928132/ !!!TW S/A, Language!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928128/ A poem about me trying to help my best friend who got r@ped in this generation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928126/ Perspective of being the oldest sister. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928114/ !!!TW Self Harm!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928113/ An acrostic poem about my mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928112/ Something I wrote late one night. While in another episode. !!!TW self harm!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928108/ Shower thoughts, literally. Short poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928100/ seeing the hatred in your eyesreminded me of the scars on my thighssaying I'm sorry won't suffice for youand I know that to be truethat hurt me more than you thinkI can no longer blinkI fear I will cryto have no feelings I will tryI screwed myself over now I can't be saved even by a four leaf c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928099/ Just the history, unfinished but I'm working on it. Give me tips please. TW gore!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928098/ A fantasy world called "The Mystic Aisles", full to the brim of mythical creatures, we focus on the story of one character, the daughter of the Raeruven empire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928097/ come save me from this towerI'm rotting by the hourI'm locked up so highand I just might diesave me pleaseI'm on my kneesI can't take it anymore my heart is too soream I too far gone?are these wounds too deep drawn?will I ever escape?or will my delusions be a cape?I'm tired of fighting I m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928095/ I'm a rags to riches caseforced to use my words and deprived of my facemerely another object in this worldwith the knowledge that I've hurledjust trying to win this fightfor what's just out of society's sightto hear the contents of what I say is hardespecially when your ears are covered with lardlar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928093/ I guess when I said id love you forever I meant itin my mind you live rent free how am I supposed to be?be the person who lives without youwhen all I think about now--is yousaying "I love you" to anyone else doesn't feel rightits all I think about at nightI wish you felt the samewhenever you hear my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928090/ I'm not sure I've finished this one but I don't know what more to add http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2928088/ A poem about never being loved back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2921669/ In this poignant poem, the voice of a pirate captain reveals the profound loneliness that accompanies a life of adventure on the high seas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caroline_corpse/2920905/