http://slow.writerscafe.org/Loves%27Antagonist The original writings of author CatOfOrion en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108790 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Because I'm too pale,because my skin is blotchy,because my bones are too massive,because my weight exceeds a two digit number,because I can't handle anything,because I'm weak,because I lash out,because I make distance,because I'm afraid,because I can't find a reason,because I get mad when I wake up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/1067965/ I believe this is what one would call "infatuation." Course mine is of the odd variety. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/1062021/ Poetry assignment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/1062001/ "I can't believe you tried to leave without us!" August chided, walking side by side with his so-called "wife." Misteria merely bore her golden hues, which were molten with fury and betrayal, into the back of Zura. 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Misteria clutched her mother's dying face, her appearance almost the same as it was now except with more of a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/1061287/ 20 years later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/1061286/ "What will we name her?" A deep voice rumbled softly, like thunder from a distant storm. The infant's ears rang with it, and a feather like warmth graced her heart and made the golden eyes melt with it.Hazel eyes, bright with joy, stared down into the now glowing eyes of her newborn child."It's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/1061284/ Everything is just another war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/1061282/ Poem about where you're from. What made me..me. Class assignment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/1053696/ Poetweet for class assignment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/1053218/ Nonsensical Alphabet. 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Please excuse me if this is too jumbled. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/946107/ "Without even a whisper; she left the world." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/945466/ A poem I wrote a couple years back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/945440/ First sonnet I had ever written.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/945439/ This is just a raw poem, it needs some polish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/945350/ Title pretty much says it..a vendetta against clocks. The story explains the details. This is written for my creative writing class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/935107/ "It's painful to be in love with a ghost." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loves%27Antagonist/915592/ She was numb, hands in limp fists on her lap, as she sat on a moldy park bench. The wood was rotting from all the weather and time that had beaten it. 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