http://slow.writerscafe.org/taypdancer The original writings of author taylor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021584 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  I was dead asleep for a while, until I woke up from my dream. I must have been tossing around a lot because the sheets were wrapped around my waist. I was too tired to fix them and let my head fall back to the pillow. I laid there waiting for sleep again. I was right on the verge of sleep wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/367525/  I couldn’t get Corie’s beautiful face out of my mind. I wanted so badly to go back to her, but I had to find this Angelia girl. I went to the park and sat on the bench I had once talked to her on. She had to come back. I would sit here until she came back, no matter how long that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/367522/  When I woke up there was a single rose on my pillow, probably because I was using Vincent’s pillow. I picked it up and smelled it smiling then remembering why it was there I started crying. I buried my face in his pillow his smell making me wish he was here even more. It was ice cold i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/367521/ this is a rather intimate chapter. if you are under 13 i would advise you to not read it mostly beacuse i don't think anyone under that age is mature enough to handle this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/367520/  I woke up stretched across the bed my head on Vincent’s pillow. My face was pressed into the pillow his sweet smell engulfing my face. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing he wasn’t lying next to me. But that should have been obvious. I was taking up the entire bed. I hope I didn&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/365998/  The next morning I was surprised to find myself still wrapped in Vincent’s arms. Except for we were no longer on the couch, we were on a bed. I was freezing, but the warmth of his body and the thick blanket covering us kept the cold out. I didn’t know how I had gotten there, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/365997/  “I’m telling you, you don’t want to hear it.” He shook his head gripping the steering wheel with both hands.                “Well whatever the reason is, I’m glad it was you that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/365995/  At first I didn’t know what to think of his words. My first reflex reaction was to not care because I was head over heels hanging off of every word he said, everything he did. But then I thought logically about it.            &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/365992/  I was checking myself in the mirror one last time before I went downstairs. I was wearing a dark blue knee length spaghetti strap dress with a black shawl. Mother and father and I were going to the orchestra performance tonight. My hair fell around my face in beautiful curls and I was wearin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/361031/  “Collin, I need to speak to you!” I said following after him out of the round hall. He stopped outside his room and turned to face me.                “About what?” his voice was blank, bored... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/361029/  The park was a place I went often, just to think. I watched an old couple walking under the trees. How lucky they were. They were too old to have gotten their fate chosen for them. Collin Harper only chose fates for those under forty. The rests were left alone. I was the one exception.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/361028/  The little woman underneath me held up the picture of a girl. I opened her file and the found the same picture paper clipped to her birth certificate. She was a pretty girl, but I had no interest in girls. And this one was the same as the rest.        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/361027/  I was sitting in my itchy black robe in the round hall we used for hearings. But this wasn’t a hearing, this was a Council meeting. I hated Council meetings, they were so boring. I don’t even know why I was on the Council anymore. I slumped deeper into my cushiony chair when the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/361026/  I must be dreaming because in my reality there are no ‘Fate Chooser’s’. And they defiantly don’t just decide if a person is to die or not. So I must be dreaming.I was in a huge round hall. There were rows and rows of benches all around me. Then one high chair, above.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/361025/ Corie Anderson is marked. Marked for death by a council of Trackers. Vincent is marked too. Marked for trying to save an innocent girl from a fate that she doesn't deserve. Collin Harper is a fate chooser. The highest member of the council, who dec http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taypdancer/361024/