http://slow.writerscafe.org/Yashoda The original writings of author Yashoda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006513 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If it was one thing I knew right now, it was that I was not okay.Bump.I opened my eyes to darkness, the engine hummed throughout,it was obvious I was in a vehicle.Yep. But in a car? A van? It slowed to a stop and I tried torecall what I was doing in a dark vehicle. It only took a h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yashoda/1791698/ The colourful blinking and streaming lights were blinding for some, energising for others. For me, it was the latter. Honestly, I think it got me high. I didn't really get around with alcohol much, and tonight was definitely not a night for it. 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Melanie Haynes was in my living .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yashoda/1698880/ *Kendall's POV*I sat there with Shailene's father, looking at her. It was only after a moment when she diverted her eyes, I noticed her hand was all wrapped up and secure. Before I could think to ask her what had happened, her father voiced that we was going to drop Martha home. Right before he got .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yashoda/1698879/ *Shailene's POV*This is the third time I tried to call Andrew, but he was not picking up. He was probably not close to his phone or sleeping. 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Her father usually comes home late, we were safe.'Yeah, I found it, but I'll explai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yashoda/1681588/ *Shailene's POV*I awoke to lights illuminating my senses behind my closed lids. Where was I? Then, the lights disappeared, my eyes still closed. Then, they reappeared. What was going on?I strained my eyes open, slowly adjusting. While I was at it, I recalled the night's events. Somehow, the stranger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yashoda/1681570/ *Same night continues from previous chapter**Shailene's POV*What was this? Who would do something like this? That was the first thing that bugged my mind. The next thing was that this could probably be from some animal attack, but some instinct told me that it was much...much more personal than that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yashoda/1681568/ *Shailene's POV*I made sure my father was asleep before I got upstairs an hour after, just to make sure he didn't run around the neighbourhood, probably with intentions of smashing every vehicle. So after a quick shower and long moments of smiling and remembering the day's events, I picked up my pho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yashoda/1681564/ *Shailene's POV*'I had the best time Andrew, thank you so much,' The smile plastering my face since the beginning of the picnic was starting to hurt my cheeks. We stood an inch apart, hands intertwined, on my doorstep. 'I dont think there are any words to describe how great today was. 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