http://slow.writerscafe.org/valendette The original writings of author Valendette en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033560 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Goodbye http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/978710/ The cab jerks me back into reality, making my head almost bash against the plastic wall seperating the front and back seats. "Hey!" I snap at the apparently illiterate taxi driver, who wasnt aware that the color red means Stop. He ignores me and continues to drive, or whatever it i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/959517/ "Start spreading the news, i am leaving today, I want to be a part of it, New york, New york" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/959511/ My cheek presses against the cold glass as id gaze lazily out the backseat window. I see no trees. Not one hint of green touches the senery that flashes by. there are browns, and blues, and even alittle white. But no green what so ever. This single detail helps to reiderate the fact t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/936320/ So..Much..Blood. This blood, thick and scarlet, flows out of me, coating my wrist in its haunting red hue. I know I only need to wait a little while longer. Then my torment will reach its end.  No more tears.  No more pain.  Just a slow peaceful death. A quiet end.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/936316/  I’m finally here.Not there, Not elsewhere. But here. New York City. The city of lights. The city of adventures. The city that never sleeps. And here I was. Staring up at the giant screens, the captions, the lights the sounds. Simply standing in this spot felt surreal. Growing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/920269/ Death is a key. Life is a shackle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/900722/ Pain's translucient soldiers battle to evade the boundaries of my eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/895702/ "face to face,and heart to heartWe're so closeyet so far aparti close my eyes,i look away,thats just becausewe're not okayi hold oni stay strongwondering ifwe still belong""Will you just stop? okay stop! quit pretending for five seconds that your made of stone. I know you feel. I see it in the way y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/894856/ I hated the mirror. It reflected Me., all of me. The imperfections, the flaws, the tiny genetic errors that composed the person id see. Every day I would find something new to hate. That blemish that always reappears. That scar that never fades. The fact that my eyes are too close together. Little t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/893755/ Words have a value a reason and purpose some see the meaning others leave the book unopened each word holds truth a glimmer of wisdom each sentence holds a light the flicker of an ember each page holds a soul that has t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/888741/ Everyday i see the same wallsthe same teachersthe same hallsthe same lunchroomthe same platesthe same students,in a mindless state. the same booksthe same classesthe same bathroomthe same passesthe same ghosts,that no one tries to seethe same gods,that everyone wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/888737/ Falling In Love…Is an outdated act Supported by the factthat ignorant old menand women on a whim Want to handcuff their heart to the same old fart For one long forever Years and years of never Hearing the words I love you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/888734/ The razor kisses my skinLeaving behind a trace of pain and sorrowI start to forget the painAs my wrist dispels pools of crimson tortureAs I wait for unconsiousness I think of what caused thisNot just the hurt but also the regretThe deeper the cut the more distraction from the painAs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/valendette/884779/