Two little dark figures, looking up. Are they looking at me? Is is him? This far away there's only one way to know. I point to the sky.
Ally CondieTags: dystopian-fiction teen-fiction crossed
For a moment nothing happens. The figure stands still and I stand cold and alive and-
He starts to run. I make my way down the rocks, slipping, sliding, trying to get to the plain. I wish, I think, my feet clumsy, moving too fast, not fast enough, I wish i could run, I wish I'd written a whole poem, I wish I kept the compass-
And then I reach the plain and wish for nothing but what I have. Ky. Running toward me. I have never seen him run like this, fast, free, strong, wild. He looks so beautiful, his body moves so right. He stops just close enough for me to see the blue of his eyes and forget the red on my hands and the green I wish I wore. "You're here," he says, breathing hard and hungry. sweat and dirt cover his face, and he looks at me as though I'm the only thing he ever needed to see. I open my mouth to say yes. But I only have time to breathe in before he closes the last of the distance. All I know is the kiss.
Tags: love dystopian-fiction teen-fiction crossed
They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thought, were life
Veronica RossiTags: paranormal dystopian dystopian-fiction
It's time, Perry". He let her go. She took a step back, taking in his face one last time. His green eyes. The bend in his nose and the scars on his cheek. All the tiny inperfections that made him beautiful. Without a word, she turned and made her way downhill.
Veronica RossiTags: romance young-adult letting-go dystopian-fiction under-the-never-sky
I would rather never make a penny on book sales and know that many had derived some fair pleasure from my writing, than to know that very few had ever taken a chance on my work. I certainly won't last forever, but I'd love to think that my imagination will continue to surface in the minds of others.
Eric DiehlTags: fantasy science-fiction horror dystopian-fiction
That's the thing I'm learning about being thrown out on yer own. Nobody does nothing for you. If you don't change it, it don't get changed.
Patrick NessTags: life change life-lessons learned dystopian-fiction
This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut to deep yo heal.
Ally CondieTags: dystopian-fiction
I bared my teeth at him. “There will come a day when a thousand Illegals descend on your detention centres. Boomers will breach the walls. Skychangers will send lightning to strike you all down from above, and Rumblers will open the earth to swallow you up from below. There will be nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, and no way to stop them from freeing every single Illegal in this centre. And when that day comes, Justin Connor, think of me.
Ambelin KwaymullinaTags: dystopian-fiction ashala-wolf
You can't transform a society for the better with violence, Ashala. Only with ideas.
Ambelin KwaymullinaTags: ember dystopian-fiction ashala-wolf
I walk among my enemies. But I carry my friends with me.
Ambelin KwaymullinaTags: dystopian-fiction ashala-wolf
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