http://slow.writerscafe.org/mo4KMPT The original writings of author Lynaelee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041561 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The backstory for a NEW BOOK!!! Coming soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/2313645/ He dodged a bullet when he left;Never dealing with a life in a house of cards.Everything crumbles.Only one can be blamed. Walking through the darkOnly lit up by a fire's glow.Smoke and ash fill up the sky.Breathe it in.This is all that's left.Dreams melted away.Happiness fle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/2035498/ POV change http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1947905/ "Clara?!" A voice startles me after about half a mile. I turn around and stumble over a log as I look at the shirtless, sweaty, and muscular man in front of me."Buck?! Did you follow me?" I accuse angrily as I stand up and stomp my foot. I need to do the journey alone and having a nosy new neigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1947534/ *One year later, back to Clara's POV* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1947269/ POV Change (continued from previous chapter) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1946952/ POV change (some back tracking) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1946669/ A cat screeching wakes me up with a start. I jump up and look around, but it is much darker in the cave now and I can't really make anything out. "Buck? I know you're protecting me, but I feel safer when you're close," I think. "Stay put, kitten. I'm on my way. I feel better being closer to you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1946480/ "Clara, wake up," an authoritative voice commands. I roll over and bunch the pillow under my head as I scrunch my eyes tighter. "Clara, up. You have questions. Ask them now while we have time. I'll answer them truthfully. You can also use this time to yell at me if you want. You were pretty angry ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1946200/ A tall man ducks into my tent and I back up towards the other side, holding the reading material tightly. His face is hidden by the hood he wears. "You are infuriating, kitten. Come with me now," he demands harshly. I shake my head and lean off my twisted ankle. "Time is precious. Let's go." I refus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1945920/ The three volunteers fall to their knees and begin attacking the food in their hands viciously. One of the men eats his own finger and I gasp. My eyes cannot get any bigger. I push the pan towards him and refuse to reach in again. My hunger has dissipated. "Where are they?" Kern growls as he taps th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1945667/ Kern wastes little time guiding me back to his camp, rattling about himself and the monsters he's slain. I don't get to say much, but I don't mind. Buck was not a good conversationalist; I wonder if this is how he feels when I keep talking. "My camp is just around the corner. Why don't you make your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1945337/ Buck continues to follow path the water has carved into the mountain at a steady pace. I try my best to keep up with him, but it's becoming harder to do. I look down at my ankle then back up at the giant cat with pursed lips as I pause to collect more water in my cupped hands. I can't press on like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1945033/ As the great feline below me stretches out and looks back towards the path, I slowly pull my legs away from chest and try to breathe. I look back at my hand and pluck a few leaves to try and clean up the blood. I try unsuccessfully to stifle my cries and gasp as the massive animal below me looks up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1944619/ The air begins to quickly cool off and I put my shawl on. I'm barely halfway to where I need to go. "The berries are worth it. The men, I'm not so sure about," I mumble as I look at a tree blocking my path and pant heavily. Normally, I would scale the rock face cliffside to get around it, but I didn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1944327/ Another couple walks away from my bakery, hand in hand leaning into each other. I sigh and move back to my kitchen area in my small bakery, well technically, my home. I pull the dough that I set aside to rise and began ferociously kneading it. I know that I'm not much to look at. Ash brown, limp hai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1944318/ Clara tries to live a simple life, but sometimes things do not go as planned. ☆COMPLETE STORY☆ Shout out to my friend Prototato for his moral support/advice on this story. Even the little things help! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1944313/ Weak.Afraid.Lonesome.Unappealing.That's how I feel.Smart.Strong.Beautiful.Courageous.It's what everyone says I am.They're not inside my head.They don't know my struggle.They don't hear the verbal onslaught.They don't see the way men undress me with their eyes. They don't understand the pain tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1944078/ Love. It's a four letter word that causes a lot of confusion. It's also one of the most powerful and despicable forces in the world. It is defined as a profoundly and passionate affection for another person; a feeling of warm personal attachment. Unfortunately, it's a word that gets thrown around be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1904198/ What do you see when you look at me?There must be more than the first glance appears to be.I extend upward to reach for the sunI long for more than just casual fun.Yet as I look around, All I see is the ground.I see you standing thereI hold my breath and stare.You take me in and I hope to to ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1902409/ ~Sexual content. Some explicit wording~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1885663/ ~Sexual content~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1883967/ Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and before I knew it, we were in May and graduation was just around the corner. I spent half hour or so everyday after school with Jess and Serenity. This gave Jess a much needed break and I gave her the option to run to the store by herself. Serenity cooed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1882337/ I recovered quickly from my spill last month and promised Pat that I would not do anything unless there was someone else around. He made me include cooking, working out, and showering in that list. So Saturday, February 3, he was opening up again. "The boot doesn't come off, doll," he warned. ".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1881265/ Some curse words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1880851/ ~Sexual content~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1878935/ POV change, backtracking, story extension, implied sexual content http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1877692/ ~Explicit wording - kept to a minimum~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1876110/ ~Sexual content and some explicit wording~ POV change, minor backtracking, story extension http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1875812/ Friday, October 13th, found me in sour spirits when I woke up; okay, well maybe not as much sour as it was unusual. I had never felt like this before; I couldn't place as to why, but I knew something was definitely off. I stretched all my muscles without moving the bed to see if I could pinpoint a r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1874476/ Tuesday the 19th came too soon for Pat's liking. He held onto me tighter in bed when we woke up, rolling me to my back and laying on top of me. As he kissed my neck, I ran my fingers through his hair. It was finally long that I could pinch his hair between my fingers. "Time for a haircut, dear," I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1873115/ The bed beneath me shifted. I opened my eyes and yawned as I realized I was still laying on Pat. "Sorry," I muttered as I moved to sit up. He wrapped both arms around me and I looked around the empty living room. "They didn't come back?" Pat shook his head on top of mine. "I'm sure I'm heating you o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1870097/ "Head's up, 'Nettie. It's homecoming week. Things might be a little chaotic tomorrow," Noah warned as he looked over me. I was making my way to the couch after using the bathroom. Noah helped me settle in. "Sorry I missed dinner. Coach had practice go a little late. Surprising since tomorrow is game.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1869833/ POV change, story extension. ~Explicit wording~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1869289/ ~Some explicit phrases~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1868308/ ~Some explicit wording~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1867226/ ~Sexual content~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1866390/ Instead of crashing in their guest room, I chose to crash on the couch. I chuckled in spite of myself as I stood up, balanced myself against the back of the couch, and lowered myself down onto it. I hugged my right leg against the back, draped the crocheted afghan over me -but under my right leg, I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1865931/ ~Some cursing~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1865510/ POV change, story extension. Some cursing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1865052/ True to his word, Pat seemed to go overboard in his care for me. I cherished the attention. I loved being in his arms. At one point, I teased, "this relationship is going to be over before it begins if you don't let me do something by myself!" He pouted and I giggled, but I was serious. "I don't kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1864980/ *Explict wording - kept to a minimum* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1864462/ POV change, backtracking, story extension. Some cursing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1864073/ "I'm only changing twice," I insisted. Jess pouted and I giggled. "I don't want move my arm too much. It's been a little more painful today," I confessed."Okay. Fine. We'll pick out an outfit for you to wear tomorrow and a pair of pajamas," Jess conceded. "If you say his t-shirt, I'm going to scream.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1863124/ "Annette," a voice spoke softly while something stroked my cheek. "Wake up, doll." I blinked my eyes slowly and looked at Pat. He grinned. "Sorry to wake you, doll. Dalton's mom will be here in fifteen minutes. He's still sleeping but I figured you might freak out later if he wasn't in your arms. I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1862525/ When I was finished in the bathroom, Pat carried me out into the living room and set me on the right side of the couch again. "You gotta elevate your leg as much as possible this week, doll," Pat instructed as he extended the leg rest. I rolled my eyes sarcastically and laughed then grabbed my chest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1861798/ The sun peeked in through the window, causing a searing, bright, white light behind my eyes. I opened my eyes and glared at the window, daylight poured into my room. I couldn't see much skyline from my position, but I could tell it was bright and full, no soft colors. Which meant I had missed the su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1861452/ POV change, backtracking. Some explicit wording http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1860566/ I opened eyes and gasped for air. I held onto my chest and felt my bandaged injuries. It didn't make sense. Wherever I was, it was too dark; there wasn't even a blinking light for a reference. I reached my arm out, a bed. Three pillows. Covered in a blanket. This wasn't right. I sat up painfully and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1860291/ Pat shook behind me with laughter, but he wasn't the only one in the room laughing. "I'd love to see that," he remarked."Oh stick around long enough, I'm sure Jess will have another disastrous outfit for me to sport. She loves to play pranks. Then she met Noah and it got better, but worse. Seriously.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mo4KMPT/1859330/