http://slow.writerscafe.org/Danielle%20Renee The original writings of author Danielle Renee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013089 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Boys don’t make pretty girls,and unfortunately, for me,I’m the straight-shooteroften mistaken for the butch;the muff-muncher.Guys don’t like girlsin loose sweaters and no make up.Guys don’t like girlswho look like little brothers.Or sickly orphan boys. They say money do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Danielle-Renee/1133699/ We spent our days chatting about many things. Kessler never failed to surprise me, always keeping me on my toes, anticipating his next reply. You see, he lived in the sunny state of Florida while I lived in the heat wave called Texas. So conversations face-to-face was only something we could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Danielle-Renee/1016776/ Kessler was fated to save my brittle life, he just didn’t know it at the time. And like every romantic tragedy there was a nasty twist to things. I was given heartbreak by the back-hand of love and Kessler became just a whisper in the conversation of my past.Kessler and I met on a soci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Danielle-Renee/1016775/ Brilliance seeps through the cracks between your teeth each time you begin to speak. Every thought, every desire, every belief, they blow my mind. Your pen bleeds knowledge rather than mush about infantile crushes or lifeless endings. You are the better man whose love I could never keep, whose heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Danielle-Renee/985404/ Troubled blue eyes search for reason in the faces of strangers and friends.You fear humanity has been lost through the years in which we have become dependent on satellites and towers for our obtuse communications. You have become the cynic that the civilized and mundane refuse to accept. 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