http://slow.writerscafe.org/jalaran The original writings of author Jalaran DeVine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1778855958 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Mr. Stuart, and Raynor made plans to visit the sports complex, they needed to find James, and the missing engagement ring and backpack. 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She had always been all about showing off her station.  She could dress how she pleased, there were walkways through out the grotto so that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/1798672/ The elevator opened and we stepped out into the lobby of the Parker Towne House, Thomas slid his arm around my shoulder as we approached the door.  Josh was strangely missing from his usual post; I found it odd, and a bit unnerving considering the recent events. In his place stood a younger, sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/1798670/ I came out of the bathroom, drying myhair with a towel, wrapped in my terry robe. I was tired, but wanted to know what was going on. I was after all theone who’d been attacked, and I needed to know how this was going to be handled.I would have to get used to dealing with this sort.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/1280007/ I could hear the screaming of sirensas they drew closer to our location, I wanted to get away, and could not. Ididn’t want the police involved, which would make everything morecomplicated.  I’d have to tell them who Ireally was, then there was the EMTs, they would surely see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/1280004/  Thomas picked up the phone, and called the police department. “Yes, I want to report a missing person.” He said to the officer on the other end.“You’ll need to come down here and bring a recent picture if possible.” The officer stated. “Ok, I’l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/350488/   “Why hasn’t she called?” He asked himself out loud. He finished up putting away the clothes, and headed down to the lobby. He thought maybe he’d meet me on the way down, or perhaps she’d said something to Josh about where I was going today that I hadn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/350381/  The cab pulled up in front of the sports center, I got out and looked up at the building, I’d spent the majority of my time here at NYU in this building, practicing for meets, meeting with my coach Keith, hanging out with the swim team during down time. This building had been a big par.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/349965/  There was a knock at the door, Thomas got up and answered it. He’d ordered out pizza, which of course was one of his favorite things about living in the city, he could order out almost any kind of food he wanted to be delivered right to the front door. 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I was honestly scared right now of what my sister might do,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/345789/  Thomas placed the phone back on the charging unit, then turned to look at me, “Do you want to go back to bed?” he asked in earnest, knowing that I had been mortally injured.“No, but thank you.” I looked at the bed shaking my head, “I don’t think I&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/345500/ A state of mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/342295/ I bet you know me! I'm an Invisible Chronic Illness. I am now velcroed to you for life. Others around you can't see me or hear me, but YOUR body feels me. I can attack you anywhere and anyhow I please. 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I had to admit that no matter what he wore he made it look good.I got up out of bed, heading into the shower m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/337373/   I walked slowly to my apartment just thinking about what Andy had said, he was right, the only thing that Thomas had asked me to consider was moving. I wouldn’t be giving up anything by moving, I would be gaining space. It didn’t seem like Thomas was going to expect me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/337371/    I didn’t like the way I was feeling, I sat at my desk trying to figure out what to do, how to talk to Thomas about what I wanted. Most of all right now, I just wanted to talk to some one, some one who understood me. That some one couldn’t’ be Thomas. Everyth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/337370/  Chapter TwelveI still wasn’t sure how long he was going to be staying, I figured he was just in town for a visit, and then was going back after we’d discussed things and worked out a plan of action. I still had my semester to get though, I had my apartment, my training and my j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/337369/   Thomas just laughed as he got up off the sofa, turned off the television, and threw the remote back down into the seat he’d been occupying. “You’re supposed to be studying,” He said teasingly,“I know, but swimming is much more fun, besides, like I sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jalaran/337368/  Chapter TenI don’t remember hearing Thomas come in either I was that asleep or he was that quiet, I’m not sure, but he came in some time after I’d come home and gone to bed. 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