http://slow.writerscafe.org/tayzer-- The original writings of author tayzer-- en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776338096 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Epilogue Five years later…. “So, have you thought of any names?” Margaret asks me. She looks the same as she always has with blonde hair and gray streaks, high cheekbones and sparkling blue eyes. And at forty-six years old she still looks like a supermode.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/469036/   Chapter Thirteen Two things happen when Oliver knocks down the door. The first: Maggie screams. The second: Oliver aims the gun he’s holding at her and fires. I press my lips together, feeling the lurch of my stomach and the tears blurring my vision, but I know tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/468962/  Chapter Twelve My hands start to shake—badly—and I close my eyes, reopening them only to find that the appearing Company employees aren’t a hallucination. How I wish they were.Chase steps in front of me, blocking me from the people that start to surround us in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/465111/  Chapter Eleven The building is large: steel grey and glass windows. Everything looks so futuristic. You would never guess that this building, hidden by layers of trees, is the place where Chase is being held captive. Driving up to the security guard, Erik slows the car and gives u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/461059/   Chapter Ten “Thank you so much for dinner, Mr. and Mrs. D,” I say, smiling thankfully at them. Margaret gives me a look, good-naturedly narrowing her eyes at me.“It’s Margaret, dear.” She tells me and I nod my head: got it. Mr. Davenport tur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/460681/  Chapter Nine I crack open an eyelid, using all my energy to do so. Chase, looking like an angel that’s been through hell, stares at me, his eyes burning.“Hi,” he whispers and I start to cry. Why, you ask? Well, it’s not because I’m an emotional wrec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/455069/  Chapter Eight When I wake up, I don’t feel any better, as would be expected with me, y’know, dying and all. I’m about to fall against the plush pillows, drifting back to sleep in ignorant bliss, but the smell of food cooking floats into my nose. I bolt out of bed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/453060/  Chapter Seven  The plane lands safely, much to my surprise. I mean, my luck has been kind of…nonexistent lately so it wouldn’t have come as a surprise if the plane had crashed. Chase and Brody sat together on the flight, talking conspiratorially the entire time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/451734/  Chapter Six                                              &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/449783/  Chapter Five “So, the Adapter…” Brody starts, giving me a sideward glance. “We need to find him.”Logan and Chase nod and I feel my body stiffen slightly. Chase, whose hand is still holding mine, turns to look at me.“What’s wrong?”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/442166/   Chapter Four The next few days went by smoothly, almost like a dream. When Bruce came home from work the day I found Chase, he looked surprised, startled, and then finally, he smiled and shook Chase’s hand. “You must be Chase.” Bruce said, and when he loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/432555/  Chapter Three “Skye?” I hear a voice ask. I look up from the picture frame I’m holding and hurriedly wipe away tears. Bruce stands in my doorway, his frame illuminated by the light in the hallway, his face shaded from the dark of my room. “Yes?” I ask.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/431440/  Chapter Two When I wake up the next morning, I’m slightly disoriented. I look around my room, groggily, blinking away blurriness. I finally remember: I found Bruce Matthews!But before I can get out of bed, my door is pulled wide open and I hear a loud voice talking at twenty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/430565/  Chapter One “I found him!” I exclaim happily, earning me several dirty looks from other library-goers. I smile at them, too happy to care, and turn back to the computer screen. Bruce Matthews, age 41, single, lives at 136 Surf Drive. In a small town named Chance, which, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/430451/  Prologue This part of my plan—the searching until I find him part—was the thing I was least looking forward too. Somehow, searching for days and days in libraries across several states, typing the name Bruce Matthews into various, old, computers was not my idea of a good.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/430450/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/430449/  Chapter Twenty Four I’m walking down a street when I realize that I’m not far from the Davenports place. Then I realize that I don’t have any of my stuff. That it’s all at the Davenports house. I sigh, speeding up my pace and trying to think of a plan. I wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/424354/  Chapter Twenty Three I’m sitting with my back against the black walls, when Rueben and Oliver return. Rueben looks pissed, Oliver looks excited. My stomach clenches.This can only mean that they’ve found out about my little lie. What is that old saying? Liar, liar pants.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/424353/  Chapter Twenty Two  When I wake up I have no idea where I am. It’s the worst feeling ever.I look around, using my hands to help me up from lying on the ground. I look in horror at my rope-bound wrists. Great. Just great.I’m in a room that is all black. It’s cre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/424352/  Chapter Twenty One Chase gets into his car and starts it, pulling out of his parking spot in front of the Bed & Breakfast. I turn to look out my window at the dark night.Chase turns on the heat in the car while I turn on the stereo. We’ve got a system worked out. &ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/423692/  Chapter Twenty  Its past midnight and I can’t sleep. Some idiot in the room next to me won’t stop blasting his music. So he leaves me no choice.I get out of bed, grab my room key and leave my room, following the music to the room exactly next to mine. I bang on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/420416/  Part Two ChapterNineteen When I wake up I’m automatically looking around my room for Chase. He’s been staying in my room ever since the Demetri incident, which seems so, so far away now. It’s only been a few weeks, maybe a month, okay maybe two, but it fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/417291/  Chapter Eighteen It rained on the day of my parent’s funeral. It was kind of dramatic, really. I was standing in front of their two black caskets, which both had red roses on the top of them, when big, fat drops of water started to splash my arms. I didn’t move. I stood .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/414540/  Chapter Seventeen In my, uh, vision, I see myself standing in front of a car: a black car, sleek and shiny (but not Chase’s Porsche). I focus. Someone is holding me. Oh, it’s Brody. And he’s not holding me exactly; he’s holding me…back. From… wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/413780/  Chapter Sixteen Now, I’m not going to be a typical girl here and describe to you exactly how our kiss went.All I will say is that we kissed.Oh, man. Who am I kidding? Here’s your romance fix. Feast your eyes.I’m in Chase’s arms when he kisses me. His li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/411199/  Chapter Fifteen A whole mess of emotions rushed at me when Demetri walked through the door. Someone may as well have thrown a bucket of water (soapy and disgusting water…like after you wash a car and you keep dipping the rag back in the bucket) in my face. It would have had t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/410192/  Chapter Fourteen When I open my eyes a petite woman with blonde hair pulled back into a bun is regarding me with curiosity. The grey in her hair kind of suits her. The way orange and black suits a tiger.Which is such a weird analogy. I apologize.I try to sit up and she reaches o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/408124/  Chapter Thirteen Next thing I know, my parents are running into the kitchen, asking me what’s wrong. Chase is one step ahead of them, and in fact, one step beside me, because I can feel him next to me but I find that I’m frozen in place. Why did they run in here in suc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/408123/  Chapter Twelve I’d been living with the brothers for two weeks when I finally snapped. Homesickness overwhelmed me.Which is just so weird. I’ve never been the type to get homesick. That’s not to say I don’t love my parents, I totally do, but I never did see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/408122/  Chapter Eleven We all get out of Brody’s car—a sleek Mercedes—and step into the fresh air of the night, I’m practically high off of life. I’ve actually never known what that saying meant, but I think I have a pretty good idea now. A semi-good idea at le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/402385/  Chapter Ten I sit, open mouthed, staring at Chase. He watches me quietly, as if expecting me to have a mental breakdown. I kind of have to agree with his look. I may just do that. And then it hits me.“Oh!” I say loudly, grinning at Chase. “You’re joking!&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/402383/  Chapter Nine “No.” I say in response to Chase’s question. He still doesn’t start the car so I cross my arms. I’ll wait it out.“I just spent almost three hundred dollars worth of groceries on you, so you better be willing to give me more of an an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/400442/  Chapter Eight This has got to be the most awkward car ride ever. Chase isn’t talking to me. In fact, he’s completely ignoring me. He turned the music in his Porsche up really loud so he couldn’t hear me when I tried to talk to him. Serves me right. My dad did alway.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/399253/  Chapter Seven When I wake up, I feel twenty times better than I did yesterday. I climb out of bed and grab the clothes Logan had set on a chair for me. Walking into the bathroom, I ignore any memories of what happened yesterday. I don’t want to remember just yet.I unfold the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/399138/  Chapter Six When I open my eyes I see Chase standing near me, murmuring to Brody and another guy, who I can only assume is Logan. I try to sit up but I feel a wave of nausea and I lean over the bed I’m laying on and throw up into a strategically placed trash can. All three g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/399095/  Chapter Five  “So where exactly are we?” I ask, staring at the lake. It’s a pretty sight, I’ll give them that. But they can’t really live in the lake, can they? Brody takes a step so that he’s beside me and grins. “Close your eyes.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/399037/  Chapter Four Once we get into the parking lot Chase looks around, looking confused.“Tell me you didn’t forget where you parked.” I say, my exasperation coming through my words.Chase looks over at me and smirks. “No, I haven’t forgotten. My car is ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/399009/  Chapter 3 “Look, I need to get back to class, so if you wouldn’t mind, uh, leaving, that’d be great.” I say to Chase and side step him. Forget that he’s my assignment! I’ll ask for a new one. If I can do that…which I probably can’t, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/398696/  Chapter 2 When I wake up I’m a mess. My wavy chestnut hair is tangled, falling down my back into an impossible sight. There is no way I’m combing through that.In seventh grade, when nicknames were cool, my friends all called me “S-Wave” because my hair is n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/395779/  Chapter One I should probably start off by telling you who I am. What I am, to be more exact. Now, don’t go jumping to conclusions when I say “what” instead of “whom”. I mean, I am a human being. I’m not some extra-terrestrial or something. So whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/395209/    Prologue (Of Sorts)“Who we are never changes. Who we think we are does.”--Mary S. Almanac  I stare at the face in front of me like it is the devil himself. It might as well be. He is certainly the closest thing to the devil I’ve ever met, or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/394843/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayzer-/394839/