Social Outcast Novels & Stories

“The thing is, he didn’t just tell his friends; he showed them. This was before F******k was popular, but he’d hidden a camera in the car and posted nude pictures I didn’t even know he’d taken. They were up on another social networking site that was popular at the time, and I only heard about them when one of my friends, a boy in that same class, saw them. Christa freaked when I told her what happened, but not as badly as me. I tried to kill myself. Christy stopped me and told my parents what had happened. They were able to get the pictures taken down, but the damage was done. My parents and I have hardly spoken since. There was no recourse against the boy, since the sex was consensual and I

"But- why didn't you come when I called you?" "I'm on the other side of the world, and can't hear you." Erick's eyes stared closely at the beautiful face that was not far from him. "So, who is the vampire that killed those people." "They are from the Outcast group, humans who are bewitched to become vampires. Usually Outcasts have wild souls that cannot be restrained from looking for prey, they are more dangerous than pure vampires," explained Erick, still at home stroking his soft cheek. "But, who bewitched-"

My mind replayed the look on Santiago's face, but even that soon faded away to the back of a dark mind. I made my way into the dark wood, my mind swayed by the music of the evening. My stomach clenched again and once more I thought of escaping, but where? The more I thought about escaping into the void with my dark secrets, the more it became clearer to me that I couldn’t survive on my own, at least not without a pack. In a way, being an outcast was an unthinkable fate on its part, running away from Santiago would leave me with nowhere to live, no means of support, and then there was always the fear of being discovered.

And what was what got me exiled? God, that sounded so pathetic. I could tell they were waiting so I'll just settle on the full truth if I wanted to stay alive. "I was like an outcast in my own pack," I started, my voice cracking. "What am I saying?" I scoffed. "I was an outcast.

Happy smiles on their lips, so bright that it is impossible to look straight. Everything is like the past has changed. The other woman took her mother's life, and the other girl took hers. Her father, it seemed, was no longer her father. Aurora feels like falling into a fog, everything becomes blurry, and there is no way out. Suddenly, a loud voice rang in her ear, pulling her out of her own world: - Hello, an outcast of time. Aurora widened her eyes in surprise, she turned her head to look at the voice. There was a clock floating in the white mist. The other watch even makes a body with dew, just like a human.

Maria asked utterly confused looking over to me with a hint of shock at my reaction, where I nodded my head allowing those terrified tears to spill from my eyes while Leo, held my hands so tightly keeping me seated on the sofa. “Yes! If a rogue ever went to see a nurse or a doctor… they never came back! I have had friends who were sick with a simple illness, were taken to a nurse, pumped with some kind of poison and ended up dying! Y-you don’t understand, all of you have been raised in luxury and care… I’ve had the very opposite! All they see us as is disgusting, contaminated, contagious messes who destroy the world and need to be removed.” I began to ramble screwing up my face at the end, i

He corrected, “That you ran out in front of near his estate, so you claim.” “Yes, but I was running from one of his employees. I did break my leg and Lucas Edwards did throw me against the wall!” I had no real friends in school, and my size made me the target of constantly taunting. The upside of being a social outcast was I had a lot of time to study and graduated from high school at the top of my class. Even having no idea how I would afford it, I applied to every local college,desperate to escape the Hell I was living in. The day I received an acceptance letter from St. Claire’s was also the day my mother kicked me out. I should have been brave enough to le

he tells me and places my hand between his, "my life was not easy. When my mother died, I was homeless for a while, until the system caught me up and I started living in foster homes. But that wasn't my thing, so I ran away and went back to living on my own. I will not tell you what I did, I will just tell you that I was not a good person." "Living with the outcasts on the last mission made me remember the times when I was homeless. These people are not good or bad, Bianca, they are just people with a bad situation. They do what they do to survive. That's why it bothered me when I saw how the Silver Pack guard tricked them into catching them. They are given makeshift houses and food, and whe

he said, smiling faintly. “I understand if you don’t want to hang out with me anymore,” I looked at him, smiling at his foolishness. I often forget that the "outcast" system in schools seems to have its own unspoken categories. It's a harsh social structure that, ironically, feels universal, almost mirroring my experiences from my old school when I encountered students similar to Asher when I volunteered as a Mental Health advocate.

I hear Jareth whisper once I’m inside. I start to crawl inside the metal duct being as stealthy as possible. A little further on I find the first grille through which I can have a peek inside the building, I see a tiny empty apartment. The whole building has apartments like this that the Righteous Regime is building for the Outcasts to live in. Outcasts are people who don’t belong to any of the ministries and don’t have steady jobs, they often have problems with substance abuse and occasionally cause trouble for Good Citizens. Making this building for them is an attempt by the Righteous Regime to give them decent housing for free. Too bad the Eels pretend to blow the building up.