http://slow.writerscafe.org/emilythestrange The original writings of author emilythestrange en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776163614 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This entire world is made up of boxes- are you happy, or sad? Pretty, or ugly? Good, or bad? Living, or dead? The little stick figures we make ourselves out to be don’t exist. When people refuse to fit into the boxes we make, we build boxes for them . And in the end, we all try to fit into a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1677942/ We,Are the thing,Monsters have nightmares about http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1178156/ " None of that, little madam" she says," I'll stop you reading altogether" she saysThree kids and she still doesn't understand. Getting dressed in the bathroom,Big blue eyes, shiny blue tears,Nothing worse than wanting a hug from someone in a different country.I can hear her downstai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1165848/ Once upon a time the fairytales and the real world could live together quite peacefully. The edges of the real world and the imaginary world blended together in a hazy mess of magic and the tangible and the true. And there was a witch, young, beautiful, and clever, who fell in love with a ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1156257/ What would you do if everyone around you decided they didn't want to be a fairytale anymore? That they wanted to be a person of the real world, instead of the imaginary?It's a strange thing, the imainary, because, even if it's real for you, then there are millions of others to whom it's simply a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1152284/ I want to pour milk,On your face so everyOne will see you true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1150486/ The roads are covered in dust, the skies grey, the seas similarly coloured. Of course the richest had been transported to The Other Side, where the world is still lush and green, and there is technology that they can live off of. But here myself and my family shall stay, for we are not the richest ,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1146594/ In the future willWe treat people like weTreated them today? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1146574/ We all fear the end," But what is the end?" , you ask,The end is nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1142141/ I could walk through hell,Smile lingering lips dancing,With the flames and souls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1140593/ Harbouring feelings,Is something I must do,To protect the ones I love the most,And you, too.For my my feelings cannot be shared,Dispersed around the world,compared,I know nothing of the life you live,With close friends, your pain and anguish,But I cannot feel that I misgive,Whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1139964/ Chaos for chaos,Chaos causes chaos,Chaos,chaos,chaosRival for a rival,Rival causes rival,Rival, rival, rival.Death for a life,Death causes life,Death, life, life, life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1138678/ Because I'm alone,Does not mean I'm lonely,See you later, dear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1138640/ Discriminating Is against the Bible too.That's what we're doing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1138371/ Try control my hair?You're gonna have a hard time,So don't even try. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1129608/ Happiness fills me,When I listen to your songs,Nothing bad can be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1129571/ If children ruled the world,No one would ever be sad,Because of the life that they had.If children ruled the world,Everyone would play in the dirt,And no one would ever get hurt.If children ruled the world, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1127711/ Abrahams DaughterRaised for the slaughter firesHer bow for the kill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1125345/ Hold on my friend,For there will be a time when,You will be needed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1113944/ Abrahams Daughter,Dodges the slaughter and,Rises her bow for the kill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1113940/ I hate writers block,Each time I try to write something,It builds its wall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1106359/ (We can see Central Park and The Empire State Building. The screen closes in on a bench with a bush behind it, and the portal opens up, and Alison falls out of it. She looks around, looking scared, and stands up. She brushes her dress off and looks around. People swarm around her, but no one has see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1106305/ I am in a rainforest tribe,I can hunt, up in the treetops,Or down on the ground.I am used to the sights, the sounds, the smells.I watch the burning, and I burn inside.How people burn these trees,These innocent animals,Without a trace of guilt, I do not knowBt I know the burning has t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1104020/ If you were in Wales, and you were at a small, grassy beach with hills surrounding it, you quite probably would have seen her. You'd think "Oh, she has nice blonde hair" or maybe " Her eyes are quite nice" , if you could see her properly. If you we're down on the beach, looking up at the grassy hill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1100051/ This isn't part of the official screenplay, I just forgot to describe Alison as she is as a teenager, so I'm going it here.Alison has slanted iron grey eyes and hair the colour of the midnight sky, which is neck length and worn in an impractical style. She is tall and has an athletic build. She .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1099089/ White Queen-"The Red Queen, it defeated!"( Holding the Red Queens crown in the air) ( Shouting) (Alison wakes up and rubs her eyes. She realises what has happened and smiles to herself. She gets onto her feet and begins to walk towards the crowd of white knights, in the middle of which the White.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1097435/ The next hour was a flash of the senses- Flossie's high pitched scream when she saw Russell's head was covered in blood, the flash of the ambulance lights, the smell of disinfectant as I sat in the hospital waiting room, the sour taste in my mouth as the doctor walked towards us looking grave."Befor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1094232/ I can't seem to smile right now.I know it's not your fault.But I'm blaming you anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1070675/ Um.. Me and my parents are moving to San Diego in 7 months. To me it's like pulling out one of my lungs, or my spleen or something poetic and gory like that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1070672/ " Are you sure you'll be alright? " Lydia said, trying to smooth down my frizzy hair but her hands just slipping through my face and making me shiver." Yes, Lydia, we'll be fine" I said, smiling at her." And you know where to find people if you get into trouble? "" Yes Lydia" we all chorused" There'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1069577/                                                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1069157/                                                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1063806/   LaterI have dyed my hair soot black. It is fine, and curly. Took my contact's out, but I'm apparently allergic to them, and now they're orange. Washed out my tan( was pink for awhile, but am now china- white) .And worst of everything that I've done, I am on a train to New York.I am not in Nor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1063318/ I woke up at five. I was confused. I like to sleep. I don't like to wake up. But I couldn't get back to sleep, so I got dressed and read a book. ( The only one I could find was Lord of The Rings) . Stopped reading at page three because I kept hearing a buzzing noise and it was annoying. Found a bee... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1063130/ Just before he turned the corner I was hiding at, I ran and hid in the white cupboard on the wall. For once I was glad of my small size, and held my breath as he walked towards me. I could see him through the crack between the doors of the cupboard. He had pale skin and mid- length, wavy, greying, p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1059318/ Lydia turned to say something to Miss. Ward. I only heard the words, " We don't have-" and " Even if we did-" and " Wouldn't be ready" . I caught Jake's eye- we'd all been put in our own seperate... bits( for lack of a better word). He was standing next to me. He was wearing the same clothes he'd be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1058966/        Iwoke up on an orange bed, in a room with red walls and a yellow carpet. Iwalked over to the door, and pushed at it. It was locked. But this time Icouldn't just pull out a stolen spare key, this time I had no idea where I was.I hugged myself, and lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1055785/    Seeing the house made me sad. Angry. Almost suicidal. Why didthe world feel the need to take them away from me? I walked closer, next to thelamppost. I saw the gravestone they put where the front garden should havebeen.“Here lies MagdalenaLinda and Zack Tran,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1054207/ What is so appealing about burnt stuff? I thought as I left thelunch queue. And cheese? Ugh... How could anyone eat this stuff? I chucked itin the bin on my way out of the main doors. I always leave school at lunchtime... The staff are used to it now. I go to Queen Elizabeth Grimmer School.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1048568/ There are so many questions in the world. Who are you? How do I stop this? Why are you crying? Where do I start? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1047180/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1047157/                                                Officially four days af.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1041793/                         Day after the dinner party.......Or two...........Or three Ok, why is my life such an action movie? I mean, I wanted something exciting, but this is ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1038271/                                                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1031043/                                         Hour after the dinner part Ok, thoughts going through my hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1030907/ Watching the sun rise,Fall, and set,The moon shining upon the concrete,And seeing the grass turn blue,The flowers close up,Holding hands with acorns,I will always stay the girl who will never grow up. Buttercups taste like butter,But vanilla pods do not taste like vanilla,Lemon drops can make y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1024051/ Live like tomorrow won't come,Illustrate your feelings in every word,Forever young is what we are,Every song that is sung shall be our song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1023329/ A wood is the place of beauty,Because every tree, leaf, plant,Causes new life,Dance for the life,The wood is where life all began.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1022896/ But the fear is the worst,It boils inside of you like a witch's potion,Ready to overthrow and kill you,  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1022456/ Sorrow" Oh what sweet sorrow! "Was once words spoken,But no sorrow is sweet,For sorrow is like the sun behind a cloud,Sorrow is like Santa's funeral,Sorrow is like the child inside you dying,It's like discovering you have no imagination,It's like a losing your wallet,  Sorrow," Oh what uns.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilythestrange/1018428/