http://www.writerscafe.org/ The newest original short stories, poetry, books, screenplays, and scripts on WritersCafe.org en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1369242424 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Only a fool would do what I've doneI've always used my heart as a sort of tennis ball, but this time the feeling I can not out runI let it fly around knowing it will be struckAnd to be quite honest I've always lived without feeling, never giving a fuckI've gotten used to this pattern, I would say I'.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/KristynHeisler/1179387/ I looked from  my window,The dark ignorance and a back down plan.my white dress makes me feel abhore,to the next black shadow in the  shore.I openned the door and walks away,but that face never gone from my day.I'm standing at the corner,with the uncommon feeling of fear,I played with the .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Navjot94/1179386/ I guess you never truly know yourself,Until you learn that you've lost who you are.Letting the darkness slowly invade your soul,Draining every precious emotion you have, more every second.You don't see it coming until it hits you;Consuming your thoughts,Diverting your course.To somewhere you don't w.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AloneInACrowd/1179385/ Relaxing and describing my environment with notions of present feeling. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/burn_the_barrier/1179383/ http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kianthony/1179382/ http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kianthony/1179381/ If I had not been so careless such a clumsy poet I would not have lost you in that forest of words the trees shedding letters whirling around each other getting confused by the pronunciation, enunciation had my diction been more striking if I spoke with sharper tongue  perhaps my tone would be .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/1179379/ Muhteşem Yüzyıl 101.Bölüm Fragmanı 29 Mayıs Çarşamba http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/mediatv/1179378/ Thunder beckons me again, and this time I doubt whether I will be able to resist its demands. Voices are breaking through the wall I once saw as so obscenely robust and they taunt me, they leer at me, they call me. Come! they say. Join us!But I am scared of their cruel laughs, though I know the.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/rabidrabbit5/1179377/ shoegaze style http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Psychocandy/1179375/ A poem about gender rules and roles and my opinion on them. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/arashinokisu/1179374/ Dedicated to my ex http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadeyjadey/1179372/ Life is a privilege. Its youthful daysShine with the radiance of continuous Mays.To live, to breathe, tothink and desire,To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual flames,To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glowWith great ambitions " in one hour to knowThe depths and heights of feeling " G.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kianthony/1179371/ This poem was inspired by the film Mulan and I'm not talking about the Disney one, she just wanted to give up but as a General in the army she knew she couldn't. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/babybleu/1179370/ Merhamet 16.Bölüm Fragmanı Kanal D 29 Mayıs http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/mediatv/1179369/ Stop the burn http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Cadykinz/1179368/ Beautiful Rage K.S. 5/22/13     Memories of intimacy creep. My flaws evoke, your anger, hurts. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/KS84/1179367/ the Magpie is the only bird that has been observed expressing grief   it is said this mannerism is a sign of intelligence but I wonder if the benefits of brilliance are worth the sharpness of sorrow   when I was a bird perhaps in anot.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1179366/ Honey   K.S. 5/22/13     I called you baby the other night. I wonder if you heard. With me wrapped all around you, my world becomes centered.   Habits are like addictions. Like I am to you and you are to me. Easy to form and so hard .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/KS84/1179365/ I watch in the door way as you sleep the night away I watch the rising of your little chest beneath the covers as you breathe in the life i gave you i brush your soft silky hair out of your face and admire the beauty displayed on your soft, round face. When you wake i pull you close and wat.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kaity/1179364/ work in progress http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1179363/ Young Recovery http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/JustToday/1179362/ Another of the fictitious neighbors that I see 'From My Window' http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/mike5555/1179361/ It's all in the title! http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/marie121/1179360/ Haiku is so shortIt is big in the middleThen so small again http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/candycornbuddy/1179359/              I killed her. I lured her into my snares and entangled her with Death. She never knew what happened. Never suspected anything. She hopped into Death's carraige without a second thought and left life behind her, an already fadin.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/rhea752/1179358/ The gift of life has lost all its appeal. Pretty pink dresses and fluffy kittens are no more. Dirt and darkness are her thoughts. Below the living suffocating, not trying to gasp for air, instead she will stay still and await, accept with open arms the no longer, the exact word can not be spoken for.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kimmydollxo/1179357/ I killed her. I lured her into my snares and entangled her with Death. She never knew what happened. Never suspected anything. She hopped into Death's carraige without a second thought and left life behind her, already fading trail. I am not human, nor am I Death. I am merely that which binds the tw.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/rhea752/1179356/ Recently, rather last week (to be more precise), I visited a new multiplex in the town. It's this fever of Aashiqui 2 movie that's going viral all over, drew me too in it's vicinity. Gone are the days of few cinema houses with a handful of viewers. NOW, every area of each district and city has a mov.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kajalgulabani/1179355/ Sakarya Fırat 149.Bölüm Fragmanı TRT 1 izle http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/mediatv/1179354/ For my girlfriend's daughter. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/IlliterateKing/1179353/ 2 dogs. Best friends. Raised by one another. They are bonded to each other by eternity. Until, one day the German Shepherd, Gretchen, got hit. She was in so much pain she had to let us go, leaving us http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/KylieAnnie98/1179351/ Modern American "liberal" political philosophy consists of the following precepts:  George W. Bush, stupid.  Dick Cheney, evil.  Sarah Palin, clueless.Admittedly, resentment of a few individuals hardly represents the breadth of leftist thinking.  Therefore, to be comprehensive, I.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/frankjames/1179350/ Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kianthony/1179349/ :: nonsense verse :: say what you wish about anything :: no problemo :: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/soulsintorment/1179348/ I have gone out, a possessed witch,haunting the black air, braver at night;dreaming evil, I have done my hitchover the plain houses, light by light:lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.A woman like that is not a woman, quite.I have been her kind. I have found the warm caves in the woods,fille.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kianthony/1179347/ Young Recovery http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/JustToday/1179346/ Not many would consider me  successful; yet, I know contentmentmy triumph is real.  This poor fool has always been granted the profound blessingof failing atsomething he loves.  http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/frankjames/1179345/ I don’t know when my earliest memories begin, I’ve never had a knack for recollection. My childhood is hazy. I remember a best friend I used to have who lived three houses down from me. Let’s call him Shane. Shane and I don’t talk anymore. He’s in college now. But we ha.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/metaphysicannon/1179344/ In my mind, this would be appropriate for a greeting card with art/drawings. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Dlock/1179343/ I don’t actually know where to start. Although the Tralfamadorian concept of time is lost upon me in reality, within the confines of a page the rules are rewritten. There really aren’t confines other than physical space, this is metaphysics. I am given a blank canvas to mold and create a.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/metaphysicannon/1179342/ intro http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/metaphysicannon/1179341/ Five years after the murdering spree in a small town, the killings begin up again in the same form of fashion http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryancecerelive/1179340/ I am so depressed, I feel so null and empty. I have nothing in my life but pain.I enjoyed the last of the sunshine, now I am enjoying the rain. ..And when the rain finally finishes up, what will be left?..Should I stay around for more sunshine? I had the last of it.Before the clo.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/cloudymemories/1179339/ When society overwhelms you... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/wdhaley/1179338/ A bit of an experiment. I'm testing myself to see if I can make a decent story. It's going to have more then it's fair share of refrences from Magic the Gathering. I don't own Magic. Just a disclaimer http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/jayman858/1179337/ Letting go of a dream... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/wdhaley/1179336/ What if reality is a dream? Am I its god? http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/wdhaley/1179334/ Grounded by the earth, swept away by the heavens. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/wdhaley/1179331/ Everything dies. Even the abstract. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/wdhaley/1179330/