Borrowed Light For My Youth Novels & Stories

I stood for what felt like an eternity but the bus was nowhere to be seen. I gave up on waiting for the bus and started walking home slowly. I got to my house in fifteen minutes. I turned the doorknob and the door was open. This meant Maya had gotten in. She saw me as I entered the house and ran to me. She gave me a tight hug and whispered words of comfort to me. "It's okay, Luna. You'll get another job soon. Wade is a total asshole." Her words made me want to cry again. That job was supposed to help me get through college. Does that mean I would have to drop out?

I can do that,” I said, giving her a confident smile. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I stretched out my hands so I could feel the breeze wrapping around every ounce of my body including my fingertips. I imagined the warmth of light hitting my features and forming around me like a cocoon of power and radiance. I imagined the streetlights shining down on me and hitting me with their glorious light. The light covers me and the shells around me, only to glow brighter and become more powerful. The light detaches from the streetlamps and becomes one with my body. Though my eyes were closed, I imagined myself glowing and becoming one with that light. I felt my mother taking a step away; I

I stood there, still as a statue, as memories came rushing back. My family did not have much money. They spent everything they had so I could go to that fancy school. To save money, I never ate breakfast. Then one day, I found a fancy breakfast on my desk and saw Eric walking away. I never let on, but I quietly accepted the food he left for me. I had come from a regular middle school, so keeping up with the smart kids at that high school was tough.

The memory burned like poison: That rainy night years ago, when I found her—a starving orphan, shivering by the trash bins. My foolish kindness made me bring her home. I begged my parents to feed her. I made Kane buy her new clothes. And what did it earn me? Within weeks, she had stolen my room, my family, my life. My parents doted on her while criticizing me. Kane remembered her birthday but forgot mine—even though they were just one day apart. My belongings became hers. My love, her trophy. Fiona’s whisper still haunted me: "Why should you have everything when I had nothing?"

The man before me bore no trace of the Lucas I once knew. Gone was the calm, confident professor. In his place stood a hollow, haggard shell of a man with bloodshot eyes. He looked utterly defeated, like a dried tree that had splintered beneath its own weight. He was completely stripped of the brilliance he once carried.

"The 'Original-Debt' was never 'Paid.' It just 'Compounded'." "Then 'Collect' on it, Dominic," Avery challenged, her silver hair shimmering in the "Resonance-Light." "Show the 'Indigo-Generation' what 'Dark-Possession' looks like when it’s 'Grafted' to 'Infinite-Grace'."

It was my birthday. After school and my part-time shift, I came home at about 10:00 pm. I carried a plastic bag into the rental, and inside was an old-fashioned cake that I bought for about a dollar. I reached out to turn on the light, but nothing happened. The room stayed pitch-dark. Although the bulb had burned out again, the moonlight filtering in was bright enough. It was fine. Sitting by the window and greedily borrowing the moonlight, I set the old-fashioned cake on the table. There were no candles, so I pretended to stick one into the cake and light it.

Only when the wrong person leaves can you keep the right one close. The withered spring would never boil again, and the one from before would never return. What I lost was an obsession, false and full of torment. What I gained was a good mate at my side, and a lifetime of peace.

the soldier beside him demanded, backing up a full step despite outnumbering us badly. "I don't know," I said honestly, staring at my own trembling hands, the silver light already fading back into nothing, leaving behind a hollow, aching tiredness that felt different from the emptiness the Ember reversal had left in my chest minutes ago. This wasn't depletion. This felt like something had been borrowed rather than spent, and I had no idea yet what the cost of borrowing it might turn out to be. "Wren." Ronan's hand found my shoulder, steadying me as my knees threatened to buckle. "Whatever that was, can you do it again?"

And in the morning, when the storm had passed and the harbor was littered with torn seaweed and broken spars, the light was still burning. “Do you ever think about what it will be like,” June asked after a long silence, “when we’re too old for the stairs?” Julian’s chuckle was low and warm against her hair. “Jamie will be ready long before then. And there will be others. The light doesn’t belong to us, June. We’re only borrowing it for a while.” “I know. But I like borrowing it with you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, lingering there as the beam swept past them once more, illuminating for a brief instant the white frost still clinging to the pines on the far side of the harbor. “