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Sharon Sant
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He saw the rules of life clearly for the first time and they were simple: it was a game where Death was the only winner.
It was a room full of ghosts, arranged in readiness for days that would never happen.
Jacob glanced across at the woman. 'She'd have you for breakfast, mate.''Yeah,' Luca countered, 'maybe I want to be had for breakfast.
Jake's in trouble.'Luca rolled his eyes. 'What now?''He's gone off somewhere, I think I know where, and I don't think it's good.''Cant that boy ever stay in and watch telly like the rest of us?
With the warmth of an alien sun on his back, Jacob took a deep breath at the door and knocked.
On some deep, unconscious level, he had always known it to be true. He was an invention, a fictional character. Jacob Lightfoot didn't exist.
That was when I realised a sad but incontrovertible truth: I was a geek, and there was no getting around it. I could dress in Kate__ clothes, but it didn__ make me Kate.
Sometimes he was weird, sometimes he was Captain Douchebag, but he was always my best friend.
I__ fading, Bethany, I know it. I think that__ what happened to my dad, that__ why I can__ see him. One day I__l be so see-through that you__l forget I was ever here, just like everyone else has.
It doesn't seem right to throw dirt at you when you're dead...
I don__ know why Kate was trying to impress him, as far as I could see the guy had all the allure and social grace of a psychotic slug with halitosis and a bad head cold.
Being amongst rough lives and confusion does not make you less, it only makes your beauty shine out more clearly.
Elijah blinked in dazzling sunlight and took a deep breath. The sweet-pepper scent of meadow grass told him immediately where he was. Winded, he skidded to a halt as the portal spat him out. Above him stretched skies of cornflower blue, dotted with threadbare white clouds sailing over like cotton galleons on the summer breeze.