The thing with do-overs it’s that they don’t exist. Second chances are just another chance to mess up.
Melody ManfulStichwörter: ya guardian-angels dominion paranormal-ya melody-manful
Where are we?" Ni asked.
"This is my work place and the center of
Universe as well." Simone said.
"Do you mean the tower is in the center of Universe?" Ni asked
“I mean that we are both in space and inside the tower at the same time."
"Why is it so dark here?" Ni asked.
"At the beginning, it is always dark." Simone replied, "Then everything comes into existence little by little.
Even Light is born out of Darkness.
Stichwörter: adventure fantasy magic mystery kids ya middle-grade
Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.
John GreenStichwörter: ya john-green the-fault-in-our-stars
I did some research on this a couple years ago," Augustus continued. "I was wondering if everybody could be remembered. Like, if we got organized, and assigned a certain number of corpses to each living person, would there be enough living people to remember all the dead people?"
"And are there?"
"Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about
Stichwörter: ya john-green the-fault-in-our-stars
It's hard as hell to hold onto your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that's what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn't exist.
John GreenStichwörter: ya john-green the-fault-in-our-stars
Sitting cross-legged on her bed, I watch her take out her gear. She’s been smoking so much the room stinks of it. Over the last few weeks, I’ve seen her do it so often I’ve resisted the urge. It’s surreal, like I’m watching me from outside my body. My willpower is fragile at the best of times, but my resolve is always weaker in the evening.
I feel a dread and a revulsion for what I’m about to do, but there’s a stronger feeling, an unutterable longing. I crack.
‘Give us a line,’ I say.
Stichwörter: addiction heroin ya true-stories-drugs true-stories parenting-teens
Sitting on the train I watch the scenery speeding by, notice a cobweb in the top corner of the window, undulating with a gentle breeze I can’t feel. I lean back in my seat and take my book out of the carrier bag. Turning it over in my hand, it feels warm. It feels how I want to feel; full of knowledge, full of the future.
The time I’ve spent staying in bed smoking dope I’ve been hibernating, recuperating and gaining strength. I’m weak socially, but being away from other drug users has made me resilient. It’s allowed my mind and body to heal and mend. As if the winter is over, I’ve come out stronger now. I’m on my own. I have the choice of what to do with my life.
I’m going to stay clean. I’m going to be the woman I can be.
Stichwörter: addiction drugs heroin ya true-story true-stories-drugs parenting-teens
Of course, that’s how life is. A turn of events may seem very small at the time it’s happening, but you never really know, do you? How can you?
Tom XavierStichwörter: future fantasy novel ya serendipity kidlit
Gina was beautiful like a sunset. You see it and you think of how beautiful it is, and then it’s over and you move on. But Trista was beautiful like a song. The kind of song you play over and over and never get sick of hearing. The kind of song he wanted to write for her, but he knew he would never be able to string together the right combination of notes to show her how he really felt.
Christopher StockingStichwörter: music beauty fiction sunset young-adult beautiful ya his-only-star
The dimples spread across his face again and Megan couldn’t help but melt a little
Debra ChapotonStichwörter: suspense ya occult
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