Great fiction is the art of a soul.
Douglas ChristiansenTag: art fiction personal-philosophy
No offense, Jaron, but I don't want your life. Even locked away behind closed doors I got a taste for how awful it can be."
"Did anyone try to kill you while I was gone?"
"No."
"Then you didn't even get a taste.
It was a time before Facebook and Instagram and texting. I imagine it must be easier now, for college students. Home must not feel so far away anymore. But how do you cut the apron strings if the strings are virtual?
Kirstie Collins BroteTag: growing-up college fiction leaving-home facebook new-adult-lit new-adult-fiction instagram
Our first kiss was there on the bridge in the woods. How do you describe a first kiss? It is like trying to hold water in your hands. There is an ancient Chinese proverb that compares kissing to drinking salted water. “You drink, and your thirst increases,” it says. Time, I’m sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.
Kirstie Collins BroteTag: romance kiss college fiction first-love first-kiss nineties new-adult college-life new-adult-lit new-adult-fiction
The Female Orgasm. The Big O. That elusive, reclusive Loch Ness of the labia. Does it prove the existence of God, or just His twisted sense of humor?
Kirstie Collins BroteTag: love sex fiction orgasm first-love nineties new-adult new-adult-romance new-adult-lit
Karena jika mengendapkannya, itu sama saja dia masih meletakkan gadis itu di dalam hatinya, di dalam memorinya. Dia masih akan mengingat wajah gadis itu, dan hal seperti ini bukan hal yang bagus untuk kehidupannya nanti.
JeeTag: romantic sadness fiction fiction-writing romance-novels hurt-feelings romance-love fiction-novel
Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm?
JeeTag: romance fiction sweat missing fiction-writing romance-novels romance-love fiction-novel
Jika kita menyukai sesuatu, bagaimanapun keadaannya, kita hanya akan tetap menyukainya. Rasa suka itu tidak akan terpengaruh oleh faktor lain. Suka, ya, suka, dan akan begitu walau dilihat dari sudut pandang mana saja.
JeeTag: romance fiction sweet fiction-writing likeness romance-novels romance-love
Kadang aku merasa jatuh cinta kepadanya seperti bernapas—terlalu mudah. Sangat mudah sampai-sampai aku tidak menyadarinya.
JeeQuinn froze. There was nothing he could do now that would not be a mistake. Whatever choice he made--and he had to make a choice--would be arbitrary, a submission to chance. Uncertainty would haunt him to the end. At that moment, the two Stillmans started on their way again. The first turned right, the second turned left. Quin craved an amoeba's body, wanting to cut himself in half and run off in two directions at once. (Chapter 7)
Paul AusterTag: fiction postmodern
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