young-adult-fiction

The smiting and righteous retribution happens less often than you would think - Hades

Then why don't I tell on him?If they don't, why don't I?Because.Because I am safe this way,silent unnoticed.

. __ecause off-duty cops walk around the city wearing sweatshirts advertising they__e cops all the time, never mind it__ a hundred degrees outside. And never mind you look like the youngest cop ever recruited in the history of policing.__e tsks at me. __ave you never seen 21 Jump Street?

I'd rather feel something for real than pretend it's not what it is. Which Zen guy said "If you want to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water"?

My days are filled with you, and for that I am more grateful than you could ever know

Your mother hollers that you__e going to miss the bus. She can see it coming down the street. You don__ stop and hug her and tell her you love her. You don__ thank her for being a good, kind, patient mother. Of course not -- you vault down down the stairs and make a run for the corner.Only if it__ the last time you__l ever see your mother, you sort of start to wish you__ stopped and did those things. Maybe even missed the bus.But the bus was barreling down our street so I ran.

And now we both blushed, because things like changing oneâ__s garments should not be discussed among a Queen and one of her subjects.

Some people are born to weirdness,_ Jerry said, __nd others have weirdness thrust upon them.

I don__ mean to take the bow off the end of your rain, but you gotta be smart about your first boyfriend.

But sometimes, in tight corners, when your back is against the wall and the world is against you, you have to fight back in unexpected ways.

Tod's pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. "She knows not what she says..."Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea...

But I knew he wouldn't kiss me. Not tonight. Not like this. There was too much between us now, all the words and near misses. All the potential, the alternate futures that would stretch out before us in an unending spiral, all built on what happened in this moment. I held his fiery gaze and remembered the five-oh, the half-and-half, the promises I'd whispered to myself in the dawn light.I might lose all my memories one day, but that wouldn't keep me from making them.

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can't breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can't br

When I was younger, my mom loved to garden. But the flowers would never grow. She kept planting seeds even thought nothing would grow. She just kept trying.''I don't understand.''Because you can't.''What does this have to do with anything?'I don't fiddle with my fingers and there's no apology on the tip of my tongue when I say, 'I am my mother's son.

If you always try to measure yourself withmoney... well, it's like counting backwards, the more youkeep on, the less you'll have to show for it.

I__ love to be a tabletop in Paris, where food is art and life combined in one, where people gather and talk for hours. I want lovers to meet over me. I__ want to be covered in drops of candle wax and breadcrumbs and rings from the bottom of wineglasses. I would never be lonely, and I would always serve a good purpose.

Do you know how hard it is to paint kindness?_ She leaned her hip against a desk in the corner of the room, still watching me. __t__ the only part of a person I really want to capture. Everything else seems to get lost in layers of deception or defensiveness. But not kindness. You can__ hide it. And people either are or they aren__.