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I write to get ideas out of my head

Truth means facing denial and saying I know who I am, I know who I need to be and I__ not afraid to become that person no matter what...Never be without fear; but Letti, never be without fight.

They think I__ not entirely __rounded in reality_, they say. They want me to go to some live-in nerdy activity ranch thing for troubled Canadian youth, that one out in Ontario where you come back programmed like some robot, dressed in a tye-dyed shirt and eating tuna sandwiches,_ Mandy explained, a horrified look on her face. __ou__e eighteen, not twelve! Would they really send you to some rat__ nest like that?_ Wendy questioned in mock horror. __w hell no, if you get sent there, they__l make you hold hands and sing songs about caring! And they__l force you to recycle everything in blue canisters, and to discuss your emotions in front of groups of bratty little dopes!___ear god, they__l have geeky youth wiener roasts at night, and no locks on the doors!_ Mandy added, eyes wide. __It__l be the day pigs fly, my parents have the camp brochure on the fridge but they__l never go through with sending me there. They always forget.

Mom hadn't met Ramon; her advocacy was more arm's length - petitions, the website, letter writing, meetings with politicians. Her friend Hanna had formed a close friendship with Ramon though, visiting him as often as she could. Hanna told me that Ramon's greatest regret was that he wouldn't get to see his daughter grow up.And Jeremy's dad, who had that opportunity, was just throwing it away.It made me furious, and I couldn't let it go.

Here's to real heroes, not the ones who carry us off into the sunset but the ones who help us choose our princes." - commentary on Castles on the Sand

The greater the pain, the greater the fun.

If only I'd realized earlier that it never pays to fight evil with evil. But after watching my father die, I'd been consumed with bitterness and had allowed it to lead me astray from what was righteous and pleasing to God.

Bulldog grunted. And I knew the matter was settled. My pulse thrummed with excitement. I was going to marry Juliana Wessex.

Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing--strong and frenetic with some really sweet moves. Jo's is . . .the Macarena. Ugly but gets the job done.

There was still a bit of sunshine in the sky, not that it mattered. High treetops and reaching branches entombed us from above in a dark coffin. It was still in the afternoon. We had time to gather things together for camp, but the choked rays that permeated the living casket were sputtering their last bits of life. _ Tyrus Savage narration from ORRLETH, Volume One of the Orrleth Young Adult Fantasy Paranormal Series

Oh God, this is my fantasy! Where those just-friend boys suddenly realize they lov

You think your children are better than mine? Ha! When yours were out playing with gold, mine were out fighting for survival. You taught your children to roll in money when I taught mine what it means to be strong.

What do you want?"To see the world burn, and a new one be born from the ashes_

Just because we__e adults doesn__ mean we should grow up! The world__ a playground for us, Melody, and I for one intend to play!

How dare you come into my home? And hurt my family? I ought to tear your throat out right here, right now!

I know you__e scared, Letti, but sweetheart_you haven__ seen anything yet. You__e not known true fear...

You can never trust a Vampire, child.

Besides, men aren__ worth your time anyway, Letti. If we women spent as much time on ourselves as we do fretting over men, we__ be invincible! Work on yourself because at the end of the day, you__e the only person you can trust.