young-adult

You should__e told me,_ she repeats. __ecause here__ a news flash: You might__e wanted to shelter me, but there__ nowhere you can hide me that__l keep me safe from what__ inside my head.

Do you ever wear leather?" the guy asks."What?""Leather. Do you like leather?""It doesn't exactly wipe me out.""I like to see boys in leather."I look at him cool. "Okay," I say, "what is it you want and how much are you willing to pay for it?""I've got a leather jacket upstairs...Would you put it on?""Just put it on?""I'll go and get it." He leaves the horror hole and returns a few minutes later holding a leather flying jacket with a lambswool collar. There are tears in the jacket's sleeves and the lambswool is yellow with age. John Wayne could've worn it in one of those crappy war films he made. "Put it on," the guy says.I give him a spiky smile and put on the jacket. "Okay, where's the plane and what time's take-off?""Drop your jeans and turn around.

Around Mik, my powers desert me. I lose basic motor function, like my brain focuses all neural activity on my lips and shifts into kiss preparedness mode way too early, to the detriment of things like speech, and walking.

My feet took an involuntary step backward as I suddenly envisioned a world where I wasn't a hot tempered smartass. It was a pretty world.

I can__ just take it.___ou can. I__ giving it to you._ She affirms, glimpsing quickly up at me and then down to the floor, moving her foot once and then back again. Still her hand is offered to me, still flinching with the ring in her palm.__hat do you want for it?___othing._ __ou must want something._ __... got what I wanted._ She smiles, such a light, smooth movement of her lips, but it dies out so quickly, like a candle light being blown in the wind. __hat__ that?___ got to see you again, to give it to you.

Every Forsaken in a mile radius can probably hear you. You__e just asking for trouble if you two don__ stop whipping out the measuring stick.___t__ his fault,_ Avery snaps, pointing at Julian.__hut up, ya wanker.__hey start in on each other again. They yell as if they both have megaphones to their mouths, standing inches apart. Each vulgar insult is more illogical than the last.

If we keep punishing people for what their parents or their ancestors have done, the world as a whole can never move forward. Society will never grow.

Personal opinion time: some of the bravest, strangest, coolest stories right now are being told in the young adult space. It's stuff that doesn't fly by tropes or adhere to rules -- appropriate, perhaps, since young adults tend to flick cigarettes in the eyes of the rules and don't play by social norms as much as adults do.

Dear Matthew-There's one more thing I didn't get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time. This might seem like a strange thing for me to say given the fact we aren't speaking to each other. But I've decided that it's possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back. It's sad perhaps, but not tragic, unless you dwell forever in the pursuit of their elusive affections.

For the first time, with complete clarity and absolute conviction, I know I love him entirely with all that I have, everything I am, and who I__ going to be. Of course, I__e told him before, but not like this, not with the fierce swelling of love and fervent determination that I feel ebbing and flowing inside me, as vital as the air I breathe. Before__hen I said it__t was borne out of immaturity, or necessity, or maybe just plain old lust. Now I radiate with the veracity of my love and this newfound truth that we really are meant to be.

All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?'He was quiet. He wanted everything she'd just said to be the last thing he heard. He wanted to fall asleep with 'I want you' in his ears. 'God,' she said. 'I told you I shouldn't talk. I didn't even answer your question.

He wanted to break up with me in the cafeteria? Fat chance. I leaned toward him and touched his arm in a girlfriend sort of way. __f you planned to stage a public breakup with me, you can forget it.__musement showed in his hazel eyes. __hink you can stop me?

The Arum are nothing more than what a human would call a parasite. They are not worth the filthy floor you lie upon.

My mission is not to make him happy and bear his children and be his wife. My mission is to kill him.

A man of peace is guided by peace, but when that peace is threatened, he has a choice to either kneel down and die silently as it falls into chaos, or fight for it and not look back. ~ Ryan Mark, Author

I__ not mean to everybody. I__ only mean to people whose intellectual level is awfully lower than mine.

This is why I keep telling Ash to get you a cat or a bird. Guns aren't proper pets.

It was a single line amid a wall of hate. It barely made a difference.But it was a start__nd that was all that mattered.