The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Of
The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.
The exposure effect is also good news for those of us who weren't born gorgeous. It means that the people who know us best—our parents and children, our best friends and true loves—ultimately 'forget'...
The features that we take from our parents are the things that make us different. A big nose, thin lips, high forehead—all the things that the operation takes away.
The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.
The guy walking past was wearing a shit five sizes too big (innovated by gangbangers to hide guns in their waistbands), shorts down below his knees (innovated by surfers to keep their thighs from gett...
What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year...
The moment her feet touched the floor, a chill ran up her spine. She was standing on her sweatshirt, which lay next to her bed in a crumpled pile. It was soaking wet.
The night went on like this, a mix of serious talk, utter bullshit, self-promotion, and slumber-party giddiness.
The opening chapter was the book's unique selling point, the singular idea that had carried Darcy through last November, and Coleman had just come up with it off the top of his head.
The scent of a faraway place lay on my skin.
The sight of Ethan - of Scam, since this was a mission - sent a trickle of annoyance down Crash's spine. Not like all the little itches of tech, just the ever-present need to punch him in the face.
The stitches in my forehead itched, loud noises made me jump, and I’d been wearing the same socks for three days in a row. Everyone
What about a hoverboard?It's waiting on the roof, of course. Dr. Cable snorted. What is it about you miscreants and those things?
The universe is math on fire.
The whole idea that he could take what he wanted without affecting anyone was bull****.
The woman looked like she was starving, her ribs thrusting out from her sides, her legs so thin that Tally wondered how they didn’t snap under her weight. Her elbows and pelvic bones looked sharp as n...
The word happy had started to sound wrong in Darcy’s head, like a random collection of Scrabble letters. What about
The world always had more details than you could remember, more than you could even see, and a thousand times more than you could ever write down. You were always deleting and forgetting far more than...
You can tell a million different stories about love. Especially when it’s love with someone who’s different.You mean a monster? Coleman said.Well, that’s what you think at first. But it’s like, um, Be...
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