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i may be quiet but i'm full of alphabet soup ~ #37 in poetry

one awkward teen gal, one mexican painter with a unibrow, and one boy who likes to take pictures of chalk. strangeness ensues.

Ryder hadn't said anything for a long time. I was beginning to think he had already fallen asleep, but at the exact moment I turned my head in defeat, he merely breathed out the words I'll never let myself forget, "You and I, Jasmine, we're made of glass, we'd never last". And although they evoked a sharp feeling in my chest, I knew it was inevitably true.

You've never, ever read a book like this. When a sexually-transmitted plague breaks out in Ashley Young's small town, leaving its victims with a bizarrely amplified libido, everything about her life changes. DEAD IN BED is partly a suspense thriller with a strikingly unique story, partly a page-turning mystery about a disease that makes people hopelessly crave sexual contact, and partly a neo-western adventure in the American heartland. For readers who can handle a smart, controversial female protagonist who's willing to do anything -- no matter how difficult or morally questionable -- in order to survive, the series pulls them in like an unshakeable addiction. . . . Bailey Simms, teen author of DEAD IN BED, is stuck at home with a rare medical condition. Writing is her only escape, so she's determined to keep her salacious series hidden from her strict father. Soon an older boy starts to secretly help her, and Bailey finds new opportunities for freedom she's never had. But as DEAD IN BED grows in popularity, and Bailey's fans start to clamor for the sequel, she learns that being a successful Wattpad author may come with a terrifyingly dangerous price.

if you could define life by color, life before Him was kinda pale. the days were pretty and pink, but there was no warmth to give it vibrancy or nothing. every day was basically the same and exhaustingly boring. His arrival brought not only new colors and vibrancy, but meaning to the ones i'd already known. i loved it, the months where things were good between us felt like he showed me a new way of life that was totally different from everything. he left, snatching the color back from me. i don't know how i'll find anything like that ever again, so i suppose i'll try suppressing the memories. even if it means i fade to gray.

in which a suicidal girl who frequently changes nail colors exchanges notes with the lonely blonde boy from her biology class. © -moonlits 2014