young-adult

He looked up at the stars as the storm closed in and saw them extinguished, one-by-one, until just two remained. They glimmered and shone through gaps in the clouds like two great eyes in the darkness, burning on a demon__ face that chased him across the sea.

All I knew was that in a way I couldn't explain, his hug matched his stare.

Zane looks pensive, and then his lips twitch. __hey say most girls end up marrying a guy just like their dad.___h God _ That__ so lame,_ I say, spluttering as coffee dribbles down my chin. __ believe it__ a tried and tested theory,_ he says, standing up and wiping my chin with the back of his hand. I jolt at his touch.__ow it__ a theory? I thought it was a saying? Next you__l be telling me it__ a fact._ I flop back down on the couch.__mpirical evidence shows that sixty-eight percent of girls marry a guy who displays similar personality traits to her father ..._ His voice trails off as I shake my head. __hat?_ he asks, his palms open and raised.__ou really need to get out more. Where__ you glean that interesting nugget? The desperate men__ journal perhaps?

It was like I couldn't think of any words. Now I can think of about nine million." "How many words are in the English language?""Not the point.

I feel like this is a horror story. That's how scared I am right now."Don't be scared.""That doesn't help.

If he just had the decency to die silently yesterday, not squeal like a girl, I__ be free right now. Probably even doing some real job,_ she sneered.

Acknowledging that my biological imperative may not include the drive to procreate, that I just might be attracted to XX chromosomes instead of XY? That's so stupid-minor in comparison to the fact that I might actually be in love for the first time in my life. It's with a girl...so what? Lesbian, bisexual, whatever! Thus isn't about categorisation or chromosomes. This is about how I feel about another person.

She looked herself in the eyes and saw that there was nothing left. No sense. It must have gone through that hole in her chest along with everything else.

I have to get off this elevator.I can't ride with him, Can't look at him, Can't be this close to him. Can't, Can't, can't.

Never let a man determine the woman you want to be.

She__ always pictured her future self as a lone wolf traveling around the world, ensnaring romantic conquests and achieving her wildest and most ambitious goals. She didn__ think that at nineteen she would be so dependent on other people; she pictured herself as an autonomous and untouchable force that occasionally flitted back home to show off her new feathers before flying away to her life that was much more exciting than theirs.

There are things you do when you are a teenager, or a dancer, or just a girl, I guess. You cut your food up in special ways, or you cut yourself, or paper dolls. You pretend that there is an invisible audience watching you all the time, and you do things to impress them or pretend that they didn't see what you just did because their live video feed was interrupted somehow. You steal things or tell lies or speak to strangers in a Russian accent. You have sex with someone you love, or with someone who gets you really drunk. You lie to your parents, your boyfriend, yourself, your therapist. You cheat on your homework or do other people's homework for money. You get up, you take class, you rehearse, you perform, you go to bed. How do you decided which of these things are truly crazy and which are just being alive?

Fly away home to a better place where everything is better, boys are never lost, and mothers don__ ever leave.

Some people were simply created with the right genes and the proper social skills, I figured. They ended up at a lunch table with a group of good-looking individuals, like them, who did what all good-looking individuals managed: making the rest of us feel both envious of them and sad for ourselves, intentional or not. They had activities outside of school and followers online__eople of social necessity who sat at home on Friday nights and 'liked' popular posts in hopes that they, too, might one day be as attractive and personable.

You, the unhappy young! Try to take a leaf out of the old happy__ book!

I don__ want a challenge with a woman._ Adrian was getting bothered by his friend__ persistence. __ want one who__ ready and willing. You see how pristine that chick looked? We__e talking completely uncharted territory. She__ probably never had a tongue in her mouth, much less a cock. I ain__ got time for training.

It is time for you to choose, the rope or the spike!

And darkness will rule.