young-adult

I turned away from him, the hot blood still coursing through my veins. I gripped the door handle, and it molded like dough into the form of my hand. Not even caring, I wrenched the handle free from the door without turning it. It cracked loose of the solid oak door, sending splinters showering to the floor. My hand tossed the now crumpled piece of metal behind me with unexpected force. It zoomed across the room and embedded itself into the wood paneling with the end my hand had crushed sticking out to see.

Sometimes the rules don't work. Sometimes the rules cause the anarchy.

I had an unfortunate habit of allowing my anger to blind me. An extremely unfortunate habit. Glate knew that, and he knew how to stop me from doing something stupid. He was my sense of reality in a world thrown off balance. But he wasn__ here now.

Kora may have been a witch, and your father may have had prophetic dreams. But you Paige, is not a witch. You are something much more, but the question is what?

If you jotted down all of my ill-thought out comments, you could write a book entitled, Guide to Getting Punched in the Throat for Boneheads-Mad Hatter in "Death of the Mad Hatter" (Coming Soon!)

We combine our three packs of pasta for dinner _ pesto. We tip the dried stuff into a pan, add water and simmer. We try it, looking at each other with disbelief as it hits the tastebuds. __t__ pesto, Jim, but not as we know it,_ I say.__ascinating,_ says Lou, unsmiling humouring my Star Trek reference, while wincing at the foul food. (And what made me say that? Is there such a thing as a dad-joke vacuum that needs to be filled, even in the wild?)

I loved him, but he didn't want me anymore.I suffered, and he laughed at my umanity.This desire will be my end.

This is the legacy of a compassionate bunch. Our fate now rests on the whims of men.

A thick, intense fog was rolling in from the ocean, which created long, strange shadows to form like creatures of their own kind.

But love is this really powerful thing that everyone's got if they'd just learn how to accept it. I mean, come on. If it's something we all have to give, and if it's something we all want, doesn't that mean there's exactly enough to go around?

A conscience can be a dangerous thing

I love you, Megan," he says, barely grazing my mouth with his. "I love you too, Alex. This is it. This is our someday." His gaze is filled with emotion. "No, Megan." His soft lips brush against mine. "This....is our forever.

For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.

Sometimes I wonder about good and evil. If the villain wins, isn't he heralded as the hero? I've tried so hard to be good since that day, but sometimes I wonder whether it's even worth it. After all, to be the hero, I have to win.

What do I look like? A blonde rolodex for boys who've lost an archery match with cupid?

I__ beginning to feel as though we__e in some kind of cocoon, I__ just afraid as to what we are going to emerge as. Will I fly away or will he destroy me.

You__e not going to disappear,_ I said. __ won__ let you_.__ven if this is all there is? Going to school and working at my uncle__ restaurant and fighting with Mari? Why would anyone want to remember this?___ want to remember you. Just like this.__he rolled onto her back, hands covering her face, and I pulled them away.__eople like you don__ disappear,_ I said.__hen where do they go?___verywhere.

Well, put it this way--I don't want to ever imagine a moment without you next to me ever again.