I sure wasn’t going to ask Aunt Sally, because if she told me once that getting your period was like a moth becoming a butterfly, she’d probably say that sexual intercourse was like a deer...

A bunch of liars broke my heart and I decided never to fall in love again❤ ❤

Oh, loe nggak perlu cemas. Meski para siswa di sini tidak begitu agamis, malah banyak yang terancam agnostik, tapi tak ada seorang pun yang terlalu kafir untuk beriman kepada Lucha Grande. Lagipula, siapa sih yang...

I sunk to my knees in the spot he had left me. I felt a part of me had just been lost. I was fraught with so many emotions, confused by them all; however, I...

I’m not that good of an actor to fake something like that.

It was Chelsea who captures our plummet before it reaches the deepest parts of our vulnerability.

When they had hurried to the train station with their violin cases, they had drawn almost as many stares as they would on any normal day when their hair was to their knees and sheeting...

People talk about books being an escape, but here on the tube, this one feels more like a lifeline…The motion of the train makes her head rattle, but her eyes lock on the words the...

If any accolades come in the writing of this story, all praise will be His, all Glory will rightly go to Him. If He will allow me to share some part in this, I am...

At least I rescued your poor hot dog.

Marvelous! Very exciting. I thoroughly enjoyed the story and I can’t wait to read more.” (About the book Dominique Ick Lessont and the Dragon Knight)

I’ve come to realize that love is tragic, somewhere down the line it’s inevitable. Fight for it.

In 1938, Louise Rosenblatt introduced reader response theory or the transactional view of reading. She asserted that what the reader brings to the reading act – his or her world of experiences, personality, and current...

She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it’s winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse?

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...

My life is hard. No one would rob me of that. The clothes I am wearing came out of a knotted up black plastic trash bag from a resale shop downtown. And not the downtown...

Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the titleInstead of being sixteen and burning up a bibleFeeling super, super (super!) suicidal

I’ll do it.”

Ah, well,ʺ said Abe, idly studying his fingertips. ʺI have it on good authority thereʹs going to be a new ‘gateʹ opening up soon over on the south side of the wall.”The truth dawned on...

Just because we’re adults doesn’t mean we should grow up! The world’s a playground for us, Melody, and I for one intend to play!

Being a child sucked. Being a teenager was worse. And being an adult seemed so far away that I had a better chance at swimming the length of the ocean than growing up.

I am ready for battle. I am ready to fight.

But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I’m nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be...

Dear Max – You looked so beautiful today. I’m going to remember what you looked like forever…. And I hope you remember me the same way – clean, ha-ha. I’m glad our last time together...

I was about to sit down when Kyle’s hand wrapped around my left wrist lightly and pulled up my arm. The suddenness of his touch was startling. I looked at him, confused, and saw fire...

Lesson one: expect to get screwed over for the convenience of others on a regular basis.

This just didn’t happen to girls like me. This just didn’t happen to anyone.

In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading...

To the attention of the New Fiddleham Police Department: You’ve got my middle-C, and I would like it back….Please return Jackaby’s tuning fork. He’s getting even more obnoxious than usual.

Sun and snow is an Angel’s glow, but storm and rain? That’s a Demon’s bane.

Despite my dad’s assurances I was strangely nervous my stomach tight ever since we’d hung up. Maybe Deb had picked up on this and it was why she’d pretty much talked nonstop since I’d approached...

If you can understand my silence you can understand my life too❤ ❤

Yah, loe nggak perlu terlalu cemas. Selama iman loe masih kuat—atau paling tidak selama pikiran loe masih cukup waras—loe akan aman dari jeratan Lunarchist.

By the sound of things, you know nothing about mathematics.”You can put it like that. I’m utterly useless.”Useless is such a harsh word, you are merely… inexperienced. So I thought we could start at the...

On a nightstand in a teenager’s room, a glass vase filled with violets leans precariously against a wall. The only thing saving the vase from a thousand-piece death on the hardwood floor is the groove...

Respect your dream.

And Esme remembered in a rush–the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the...

It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re 17 planning for someday and then quietly, without you ever noticing, someday today. And then someday yesterday. And this is your life.

Em didn’t truly understand about my panic attacks – no one did. But she’d never pushed me to explain, never tried to ditch me when things got weird, and never once looked at me like...

I started picturing Rens smiling face, the warmth of his touch, the slight curl of his lip before he kissed me. Every happy memory came rushing back through the blackness illuminating it in brilliant color.

It’s significantly more satisfying to kick a wall than it is to kick thin air. For the rebellious teen- or the teen who wants to feel like a rebel- a clearly defined law gives you...

I don’t believe everything happens for a reason. But I still search for reasons anyway. It’s like I don’t want to admit that maybe everything really is totally random…that people are just molecules in the...

Seconds seem like a life time when the life you lived is slowly drained out of you by those who care not what you felt, hoped, or dreamed. When the darkness comes it is all...

How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks,...

This is one rule about mixing boys and girls: that a date always comes first.

All I know is that the fear I have been battling all night is breaking down the door of my ignorance. As my feet slam down I feel not the hard, wet asphalt but the...

I had choosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.

Carrie, please.

A Guide for Good Girls Who (Sometimes) Want to Be Bad,” out loud.But life did not come with a trapdoor.

What do you want?”To see the world burn, and a new one be born from the ashes…