young-adult-fiction

I guess what's most important is that we chose to live with our hearts open and to let our experiences show us the way towards our brightest days.

What were we, but kids with apartments and jobs anyway?

Society gets by from the help of its citizens.

Dream-start with dream. Start tonight-become who you want-dream big!" He became animated at this point, "No money needed for dreams. Dreams are free.

It__ funny how books can change you. You open up a book and one minute you are who you__e always been, then you read some random passage and you become someone else.

Passing him with frightening speed, I see him sailing downward with his open parachute. __t won__ open!_ __ull harder!_ Looking down, I estimate that at this speed it will only be a matter of seconds before I collide with the black lava rocks below. They rigged it! is all I can think. President Volkov won. I lost. I failed Gemma. I failed Nicholas. I failed myself. All of a sudden, someone rams into me from behind and hooks his arms and legs around my body. I look back and see Cory. __ou__e crazy!_ I scream as we spin out of control.__ know!_ He smiles like he really is, but he feeds off of this kind of insanity. __old on!_ The ground is so close and I can see the green grass and smell the scent of it mixed with the sulfur. He helps me turn around and I lock my arms around his thick shoulders, my legs around his firm hips. We__l die together, and he doesn__ seem to care one bit. He really is insane!

There comes a time in a girl__ life where she finds her heart broken, what matters is not the boy who broke it but the boy who stitches it back together

It's the kind of storm that only happens on the highveld, the thunder loud and rapid. Zanele doesn't speak. I need her to. Maybe she is counting the people who have died since we first met.

You see, there is a major downfall to living in a tourist town. You guessed it, the constant turnover of new people. You cannot really connect with anyone because no one is ever here for more than two weeks every year, if they comeback at all. The intruders never thought about what happens once they leave. ~ Stella

To be loved, is to be immortal.

I wonder where love really is. Good feelings. Happiness. They're someplace, I know. I feel that. But without Father and Mother, how do I get there?

She forks up a little nibble and wedges it in her mouth. "Yum," she croaks.Mrs. Wong looks pleased. "It's made with tofu."I can't resist. "Free-range tofu?"My mother looks over at me sharply. Mrs. Wong takes the bait. "Now, Cassidy, tofu isn't an animal," she chides. "It's soy bean curd. Soy bean curd doesn't need to roam free."On the floor below me, Emma lets out a little snort. I nudge her again with my foot. We're both grinning at the thought of a corral somewhere with little cubes of tofu wandering around. "Home, home on the range," I sing to her under my breath. "Where the deer and the tofu roam free...

Cath exhaled. Then inhaled. Her chest was so tight, it hurt both ways. Levi shouldn't get to make her feel this way - he shouldn't even have access to her chest.

Remove the computer chipslodged in your brain before they convince youthat you__e gone insane_Take a bite out of realityinstead of becominga reality byte.

Is there one in particular, Tennyson?_ Henry said, ducking out from under her arm. __ could arrange a meeting._ __eah, the one from Texas_what__ his name?___hat would be Dylan. But he__ a nice guy and you__ break his heart. He dropped out of Texas A&M to come up here and saddle bum around with my horses year-round. Knowing your dad, I think you__ better be looking for a pre-med honors student.___eave my dad out of this.

He carried her over the Owl Creek mountain range without stopping,_ he said, quietly this time. __e carried her until he reached one of the hot springs around what became Chapin, and then he walked into the water with her and held her there for three days. He had about given up when she opened her eyes and whispered his name.

I__ never seen him bare-chested. For the first time, he seemed vulnerable to me. His smooth, tight skin wrapped around the long muscles he__ developed over a lifetime of hard work. He found a shallow spot and sat, settling me onto his lap, holding my back to his chest. I couldn__ stop shaking and it had nothing to do with the water or with being half dressed in a cave with a boy.__othing else matters,_ Henry said in my ear. ____ here. Start at the beginning.

On the best nights, he__ appear outside the bookstore window and wait for me to unlock the door. He usually hadn__ had time to shower between doing things with cattle and horses and coming to find me, and he looked older than us and stronger than us.