Outsiders Ponyboy Novels & Stories

Surely the time was nearing. When Bryony was in the second grade, a tiny body was found half buried under the desert sand. The coyotes had gotten to her, but not too badly, thanks to Patty Farlan. Patty, the high school druggie ringleader, was out partying with his friends nearby, and the bonfire scared the animals off. Patty and his flavor-of-the-week girlfriend, whose name nobody cared about or would remember, least of all Patty, stumbled across her. “Patty,” said Flavor, “will you love me forever? Really, true?”

“We think he was in some sort of accident on the road. He was all beat up when I found him.” Everly and I both fawn over him for a minute before we move onto the next stall, housing a scrawny bay pony. “This is Thor, and what he lacks in height he makes up for in attitude,” Kim goes on. “He was left in a pasture for months and months before animal control finally did something about it. The story I got was he was purchased for grandkids who lost interest and they “kind of forgot” they had him.” “I hate people,” I sigh. “How do you forget you have a pony?”

Daddy didn't want any reminders of my shame as he calls it. Now Mindy has been badgering me about going out with her. She knows I'm not allowed but it doesn't stop her from trying every so often. I like hanging out with Mindy, it makes me feel closer to her brother somehow though she never talks about him anymore. In the beginning she'd brought him up every other second but when she realized how much it hurt me she'd stopped. I miss hearing about him but it was just too painful. He was the only boy I'd ever loved. Well boy might be a bit of a stretch. He was twenty-three when I was eighteen. Rumor had it that he was smart but he was drawn to the dark side, fast cars and motorcycles.

Prologue: The Whipping Boy The Boys Bathroom, Empty Stall, Feldon Junior High School, Karterton, New Jersey (2000).... Burning filled the lungs of the struggling seemingly frail pale lad whom had been trying his best to keep from inhaling the foul yellow colored water that had been inside the heavily polished white porcelain toilet bowl. He could briefly hear the cheering and mocking from behind him on the surface of the water as his whole life seemed to flash before his eyes despite his attempts to struggle against the tight gripping hand that was intent on dunking his head into the bowl again and again in a bid to provide amusement to the asshole whom had taken it upon himself to torment h

Goldie hit the ground, the oozing stump of his left leg cut off at the knee, once fluffy tail now docked. "You fucking animal!" He'd shifted back, blood loss weakening him without the influence of a full moon. He looked like the type of man that would try to sell you a used mattress over Craigslist. "What kind of sick bastard loads with pure silver?" The barrel pressed against Blondielock's forehead. In all my twenty-six years of living on this earth, I had never seen the infamous Midnight Cowboy. He was smaller than I expected.

“Aren’t the owners part American Indian or something? Mixed-blood family?” Richard squinted. “I think so, yeah. Place has gotten bigger since I was a kid.” They meandered up to where some horses were hitched to a hay-filled wagon, and a chestnut Shetland pony was saddled and tied onto a carrousel spoke for the children. Blessing met them, a vintage soda-pop bottle in one huge fist. Tommy grinned crookedly at the label: Prickly Pear Cactus Cooler.

"We came hunting for an old fox and found a lion instead, boys." "Who are you?" I asked flatly. "Pete Bonsignore," he said, his grin widening as he stomped out a cigarette. "All the way from the slums, just to see ya." He stepped forward, smug confidence radiating off of him. At least he had more balls than Eli to show his face. "You came all the way from the ghetto to lay claim on a high school kid? That was dumb," I said, scanning the men behind him.

She ran her fingers along my chest. I stepped off the bike. My gloves came off next. Cassy kissed my cheek. “Your mom’s waiting for you inside.” “Thanks, Cassy,” I replied, heading into the club. Joe’s was like the den of sin in this town. Sex perverts, gamblers, drug addicts all convened here. I saw Hank’s new boys slinging his dope in their designated corner. The gamblers were in their blocked-off in the back playing poker. I could hear the voices of the losers screaming their disappointment.

Casey challenged, her 15-year-old sassy side coming out. "Joe is the only person I trust you with in that place! The other guys are grubby-looking meatheads." I defended myself. "Right, right. Thank God I have great eyesight, otherwise all that begging would have been for nothing." Casey huffed in mock annoyance. After talking so much, she sipped on her soda and I took that chance to stuff my mouth. I was starving. Sue me. After we gobbled down everything on our plates, we exited the place and got back onto the bike to continue the trip back home.

Johnny opened the door and paused. Two scooter ass punks sidled up to Lizzy. Greasy-haired teenagers with pants sitting halfway down their legs. One of the dickbags, donning a hooped nose piercing, propped his foot up on the seat next to her and leaned in. She folded her arms defensively. The other, with blue-tipped hair, bent over to pick up the dog. Johnny slammed the car door, flexing his muscles as he zeroed in, marking the ringleader. Definitely Mr. Nose Candy, who was now gesturing wildly in her face.