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By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Do you think the memory of someone should dictate how we live going forward?' he asks, threading and unthreading his fingers together. 'It depends,' I say. 'I think you can probably honor someone's memory, but you can't live for them, because that means living in the past.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Home isn’t four walls, it’s the people you’re with.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Maybe nothing will ever change for us,” he said. “But don’t you want to be around just in case it does?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Why are you so weird?" "Because my weird has to be able to cancel out your weird, Lady Cross-stitch." "At least what I do is considered an art form." "Yes, in ye olde medieal Europse you would've been quite the catch-

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

...Ruby is fiercely protective and possesses the strong will and resilience needed to make impossible choices. I liked that. Very poetic." –Clancy

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Free the fire fluttering inside her rib cage. Work her muscles, the bow, the violin, until she played herself to ash and embers and left the rest of the world behind to smolder.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

There's is this word. Nothing like it exists in the English language. It's Portuguese. Saudade. Do you know that one? It's more ... there's no perfect definition. It's more of an expression of feeling-of terrible sadness. It's the feeling you get when you realize something you once lost is lost forever, and you can never get it back again.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

He's so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they're holding in their hand.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Where in the world did you get that dress?" "Present from Zu." "You look like you want to throw it in a fire." "I can't promise there won't be an unfortunate accident later on.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

It’s been so long since anything really went my way that I can’t really remember what “easy” feels like anymore—maybe like breathing without inhaling the ash of the world burning around you

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

For the first time in years, I could see the stars that Thurmond's monstrous lights had faded into nonexistence. They were so bright, so clear that they couldn't have been real. I didn't know what was more shocking–the endless stretch of road or the sky. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

He was more p***ed off by us playing a game of who could think up the worst nickname for him." "Let me guess, you won?" "It was Boy Scout, actually. I mean, come on. Even I couldn't top Chubby Chubby Choo Choo.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Ghosts don't haunt people--their memories do.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I closed my eyes. I forced myself to relax, to remember that here, now, and always, I was the predator.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

No spinning," I said. I wasn't sure my head or heart could take it. Up close, he was so warm, and so beautiful. I was already dizzy enough.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

It was instinct to pull back, to let go before I felt him let go first, bu he didn't allow me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I want you to remember that—it’s our choices that matter in the end. Not wishes, not words, not promises.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Did you know...you make me so happy that sometimes I actually forget to breath? I'll be looking at you, and my chest will get so tight...and it's like, the only thought in my head is how much I want to reach over and kiss you.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I pulled myself from his mind, day by day, piece by piece, memory by memory, until there was nothing of Ruby left to weigh him down or keep him bound to my side.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Many humans do not care about what is "unfair," for it varies so much between them.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

That's right, you get him, Mary. Don't let him change the subject!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I couldn't help but wonder if he had picked up on my half-truht as easily as I had picked up on his.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Chubs didn’t have to finish. I knew what I’d been when I’d found them: a terrified splinter of a girl who had been shattered a long time ago. I had nothing, and no one, and no real place to go. Maybe I was still broken and would always be—but now, at least, I was piecing myself back together, lining up one jagged edge at a time.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Mornin’, sunshine!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I had the strangest feeling-like I had lost something without ever really having it in the first place-that i wasn't what I once was, and wasn't at all what I was meant to be.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Try again, I've gotten much better at detecting your bullshit

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

The most important thing you ever did was learn how to survive. Do not let anyone make you feel like you shouldn't have.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

She shows up everywhere, at any time, like she can guess what we’re going to do before we do it.” “The lady is good at what she does,” Liam confirmed. “Can you please not compliment the person trying to drag our asses back to camp?

By Anonym 17 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

My, my." A feral grin spread across Cole's face. "Little brother must be a good kisser.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

So thought crossed my mind," Liam said suddenly. "That must've been a lonely journey," Chubs said flipping the pages of his book.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Hours of being asked:"Do you understand?" But for all of her answers, she never got around the one question I had wanted to ask. "What does it feel like?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I can't do this anymore," I cried, "Why won't you just leave me alone?" Because you would never leave me.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Black ia the color that is no color at all. Black is the color of a child’s still, empty bedroom. The heaviest hour of night—the one that traps you in your bunk, suffocating in another nightmare. It is a uniform stretched over the broad shoulders of an angry young man. Black is the mud, the lidless eye watching your every breath, the low vibrations of the fence that stretches up to tear at the sky.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Fire is calling my name. It is whispering words of encouragement, sweet things. It wants out, for me to fan the heat until it’s a vortex that can’t and won’t be stopped.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

The thing about enthusiasm-- especially Liam's particular brand-- was that it was catching. There would be nights I would simply sit back, watching, as he became more and more animated with his hands as he spoke, as if trying to shape his ideas out of the air for the rest of us to see. His words were coated with such unyielding hopefulness that it visibly inflated everyone around him.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

All the adults I knew buried the knowledge beneath lying smiles and hugs. I was still stuck in my own world... Looking back, I couldn't believe how naive I was, just how many clues I missed.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Now isn´t the time to change yourself to fit into the world... you should be changing the world to accept you. To let you exist as you are, without being cut open and damaged.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Maybe we had just gotten too used to being alone-- and maybe that needed to change.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Genet raised his hand, and I squeezed my eyes shut, sure I would be receiving the worst backhanded slap of my life. Genet froze and whimpered, but didn't back away. "Oh, ho," said a familiar voice. "That was close !" I opened my eyes as North's free hand - the one that hadn't caught Genet's wrist - gently pulled my arm free. I pushed myself away from both of them. "You interrupt my business ?" Genet sputtered. "Do you know what this wench just accused me of being ?" "A filthy pig," North said good-naturedly. "But there's only one filthy pig allowed in her life, and the position's been filled.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

That done, a second list began to sketch itself from memory. Food, water, containers, blankets... I set three piles aside, starting with the blankets, then took what pillowcases I could find. They always made useful bags for carrying things when backpacks weren't available. One small pot for boiling, one small pan for cooking or additional self-defense. Knives, always good. One fork and a spoon for each of us. More than that, and they'd clatter inside our bags, keeping us from moving silently. No batteries. One flashlight that seemed to be working for now, even if the beam wasn't strong. The real coup would have been canned food or toilet paper, but those were truly one-in-a-million finds. "Did you forget to tell us that you're taking us camping?" I'm all four roughing it as long as that entails air-conditioning and a nice view." ... "Sorry," I muttered, forcing myself onto my feet. "Old habits.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Thank you,” he was whispering, “thank you, thank you.…” And then he was kissing my face, every inch of it he could find, wiping away the tears and soot, chanting my name.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

What mattered was that these beliefs had swept through the souls of everyone else like a plague. He couldn't see the end of it. Even a hundred years in the future, he knew, the roots still had not been fully pulled up from society. Wherever, whenever he went, the color of his skin set the boundaries of what he could achieve, and there was very little--if any--recourse for finding a way around it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I glide under a sky so blue, so purple, so golden I fight as hard as anything to keep my eyes open, because I want to remember it forever, however long that lasts. Because I know it'll be the last thing I see.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Oh, I'm sorry," Chubs said, 'apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I knew what I'd been when I'd found them: a terrified splinter of a girl who had been shattered a long time ago. I had nothing, and no one, and no real place to go. Maybe I was still broken and would always be--but now, at least, I was piecing myself back together, lining up one jagged edge at a time.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Seeing that my words had done absolutely nothing to pull North from whatever depths he was clinging to, Owain did what came naturally. He smacked North upside the head hard enough to send him sprawling into the window. And when it seemed that North would turn around and return the favor, Owain hit him again, harder.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

The kids in the League knew about the camps-vaguely. There were only a few of us who had actually lived in one and experienced the life firsthand, but there was an unspoken rule we didn't talk about it. Everyone knew the truth, but the truth didn't live inside them the same way it did for us. They'd heard about the sorting machines, the cabins, the testing, but most of their stories were gossip, completely wrong. These kids had never stood for hours on end in an assembly lime. They didn't know fear came in the shape of a small black camera lens, an eye that followed you everywhere at all times.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Look,” I began, “I get it. You don’t like me, but—” “I don’t like you?” He let out a low, flat laugh. One fell into the next, and it was awful—not at all him. He was half choking on them as he turned around, shaking his head. It almost sounded like a sob, the way his breath burst out of him. “I don’t like you,” he repeated, his face bleak. “I don’t like you?” “Liam—” I started, alarmed. “I can’t—I can’t think about anything or anyone else,” he whispered. A hand drifted up, dragging back through his hair. “I can’t think straight when you’re around. I can’t sleep. It feels like I can’t breathe—I just—” “Liam, please,” I begged. “You’re tired. You’re barely over being sick. Let’s just… Can we just go back to the others?” “I love you.” He turned toward me, that agonized expression still on his face. “I love you every second of every day, and I don’t understand why, or how to make it stop—” He looked wild with pain; it pinned me in place, even before what he had said registered in my mind. “I know it’s wrong; I know it down to my damn bones. And I feel like I’m sick. I’m trying to be a good person, but I can’t. I can’t do it anymore.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Breathing him in wasn't enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.