http://slow.writerscafe.org/oeoaa The original writings of author Kya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028471 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The phrase goes, "Life has its ups and downs."Humor me.Drag your fingertips up the underside of your forearm.Feel that ticklish sensationthat makes you want to scratch,that makes your skin crawl just a bit,that makes you tingle.It doesn't feel bad, butit doesn't feel good.It's one of many feelings t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oeoaa/1666058/ The second to last paragraph was a line I thought up in the shower, and the rest developed around it. Wanted that line to be a closer to a poem, but I think the point was best presented as a story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oeoaa/1662263/ I burnt a hole in my dress today.A cigarette burn,Because I put my hand down wrong,and d****t, that little crackle black dot burnt a hole through my pretty gray dress.My mama on the phone heard me cry out, and I said it was nothing,But I cried when I hung up,Because my dead nana bought me that dress.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oeoaa/1627180/ Reach for the volume knob with one bitten-nail hand,keeping the other on the hot leather wheel.Crank the window down and feel the gusts.Holding your breath over the bridgewhere the air is bad.Turn the song up and hum along, sing along, even change the stationTurn it off and drive in semi-silence,Bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oeoaa/1627175/ Summer isn't foreverAnd neither are these bodiesBut honey, let's get bee stingsand get our fingers numb in the snowand make honeysuckle our lip balmand wear half-knit sweaters that we relate to since we'll never really be finished,No matter how hard we try. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oeoaa/1627172/ You took my hand and shook my shouldersBut my fall had already come.I wasn't going down a dark path- I wasHurtling forward on it, branches snapping in my faceLeaving stinging welts that used to hurt but didn't anymore.You were yelling and knocking on my mind's doorSorry postman, I'm home, but your c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oeoaa/1627170/ This is the depiction of the second suggestion I received. 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