http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ms.Rodgers The original writings of author Ms.Rodgers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055778 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You complainOf your achesYou complainOf your bruisesBut stillYou do nothingBut abuse itYou find a wayTo create miseryEverywhere you goIt's not problem for youIt's ineveitably trueThe pain you causeIsn't only affecting youYou're selfish and arrogant Your words go off like gunfireWithout the tact.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/945037/ There's air in her lungs, but it can't competeThe bass in her ears makes her completeThere's melodies dancing all through her headWith out music, she'd be deadAn angel's tear upon a devil's lipsA guitar and a pick kissIt's a war for power, a hopeless fightBetween the drums and the piano, she'll be a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/939269/ Tonight, we're young. So let's set the world on fire, we can burn brighter than the sun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/924561/ Play a song Write only what you think of while the song is playing, just what comes to mind. When the song stops, you stop even if it's mid word. Next Song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/924560/ A princess sent to a tower when a plague captures her kingdom. How she saves herself from spoilery as well as her kingdom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/921078/ She sits, and she breathesIt's an evening like any otherOr that's what she thinks.He sits, and he waitsIt's just a matter of timeA matter of time before his opportunity appearsThe streetlights are dimmingInto the night, the daylight is swimmingTree branches danceAway the sunset does pranceThe TV is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/917256/ She's a girl, and that's itHe's a boy, and a little moreShe wants to be goodHe isShe tries, but sometimes, it seems too muchHe succeeds with what he doesShe wants to be good enoughHe thinks she isIt's a surprising situationWhen a boy as perfect as himThinks a girl as flawed as herIs worth a lot more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/917184/ A weekend of silence follows. Evan is out of town, and I miss him more than I should. Emily stays at home. She’s moping, with good reason and I just know she doesn’t want company. I sketch, mostly. I draw Emily and Evan singing for me. Evan’s hands delicate on his guitar, mid strum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/917096/ She wasn’t pretty, by any means. It wasn’t that she was ugly per say, she was just average. Dark hair, dark skin and dark eyes. Nothing was exciting about her, and nothing was special. She was normal. She had the self conscious problems like every other girl, but she was average. She wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/904660/ A wolf can be heard howling in the darkness, and the princess looks up. The moon is blood red, full in the sky. The air is chill, and her hands are clenching at the skirt of her snow white gown. Blood stains her wrists, the cuts there still bleeding. The cool night air is turning into the only thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/898140/ “All contestants please take to the dining room, and be seated. The meal is to be served.” A loud male voice preaches over the intercom, and I feel myself jump. The moment lost, as are the last notes of Matthew’s song lingering in the air. I sigh shaking my head as I pull away fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/898077/ The sterile smell of the hospital hits me like a slap in the face. Em was admitted into a room, immediately. The nurse complaining under her breathe about how ridiculously hot restaurants think their coffee needs to be. Swallowing is a challenge, a lump has formed in my throat. Images from the last .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/898061/ All I can think is how perfect Em and Evan are. How good they are to me. How wonderful. And that I can’t remember feeling quite so happy. I can feel a wetness building behind my eyes as I stand there, kind of in awe at this. I’ve never heard something so beautiful.  “God you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/895337/ The weekend rushes by in a daze. Somehow, all I can think of is Evan. A sketchbook quickly becoming filled with drawings of him. His profile, his lips, his hands. The simplest things. His hands are my absolute favorite. They’re so flawlessly beautiful, and completely capable. I love the littl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/893170/ It’s been 100 years since the uprising, 100 years of loss. The past year of my life has been spent in a boarding home training for today’s events. The past year of training could make or break me, it decides if I live or die. My best friend Kail shuffles around the room, wringing her han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/891743/ Everything's on fire. Fire burns, bright and hot. In a world where brightness can quickly turn to destruction, their lives are as irrelevant as kindle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/891715/ “Em, we kissed.” I whisper into the phone. Evan is sleeping on the couch, snoring softly. And I know I should wake him up and send him home, but I feel that his parents can’t be too worried about him, and he’s cute when he sleeps. I can’t bring myself to wake him up.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/891648/ And it is a chapter,A simple chapter of a book.The turning of a page, to create a story.The flow of words, to fill the night.It is a chapter.At one point, I was a chapter.I was a simple chapter for you.Then you turned the page, and it was gone.A simple blank start, for your storyBut not quite for mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/890593/ How can you trust yourself? How do you feel like you know what’s going on? It’s so obvious to everyone that you’re losing control. You’re making decisions, and they’re getting worse and worse. The choices you making are pushing you closer and closer to the&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/890221/ “Aiden?” Evan murmurs lifting his head of from my shoulder. His eyes are sleepy, and his hair ruffled and messy. He was half asleep after watching a movie. We were lazily slumped in the corner of my couch, the house empty and quite.  “Hmm?” I murmur running my hand thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/890151/ There’s a certain amount of tenseness in Evan’s shoulders over the next few days, it breaks my heart to know that it’s because of me. Emily has a worried look across her face, that she tries to cover up with a smile. Evan insists on walking me to my car everyday, which would be ple.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/890102/ Spoiler Alert*** This will be in For Now a bit later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/889922/ I hurt all over. That’s all I seem to be able to register. Forget the bright, almost burning lights above my head, forget the all too sanitary smell attacking my sense of smell. All I can feel is this aching pain, like the blood in my body has been replaced with cement. My heart is pumping poi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/889891/ A week of  simplicity passes, and everything just feels so perfect. Hanging out with Em during school hours, coffee with Evan after. I knew it wouldn't be able to last forever, as nothing good can.  “Hey f****t!” A deep voice rumbles behind me, my heart’s hamme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/888173/ “I should probably get home.” Evan sighs stretching his arms above his head and checking his watch. Em looks up from her seat on the ground, her back to the couch, legs sprawled in front of her and pulls a pouty face. Evan laughs good naturedly and there’s a flutter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/887068/ In my experience, being with Emily for thirty minutes is like being with someone else for only a few. The time that we’re together, losing track of the world, just talking seems to last for only seconds. The chiming of the doorbell breaks up our vibrant discussion over which Sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/887038/ “You have no idea, Em. It was so romantic.” I groan downing the last bit of my mocha from the cup, as I unlock my front door. Yet another weekend to spend with Emily, being lazy, making art, watching movies.  “So, we should order pizza because I feel like carbi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/886002/ His name was Evan Anderson, and he was absolutely the man of my dreams. Save for one tiny problem, he was straight. Now, saying these words, keep in mind that he’s never been an a*****e to me. He’s never been one of the jocks that shoved me around, or called me vulgar nam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/885995/ High School Aiden is out of the closet An art junkie whose parents have never really been around, In High School, also referred to as hell, with a best friend to help him survive, This is his story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ms.Rodgers/885994/