Stay Gold Poem From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

My hands touched the ground, skin tearing but fuck it. My body twisted around, trying to kick their hold away but more of the men came, holding on tighter, trying to pull me in and just then, the moving machine came into a halt. Hell, all I saw was gold, it nearly blinding me. What had happened? What kind of stupid idea was it to pour gold on the ground? I kicked harder but the man who seemed to be driving the thing was out, pulling me from the front with my arms as I cursed the living hell out of him.

So honey I am now, some broken thing I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here Now my heart is gold, my feet are right And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night

OoO I stepped out of the event building, the cool night air hitting my face as I adjusted my leather jacket and pulled the black gloves tightly over my hands. The sound of my boots clicking against the pavement echoed through the empty street. Tonight, I felt like a rebel, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

I was quick to cut him off, interjecting, "Mr. Peterson, we do not belong to the same world. It's common for you to spend tens of thousands at those events you host. Sometimes, you might even spend millions if you were in a good mood. "However, I am just a normal citizen, an orphan. I have never seen that much money before in my whole life. I can't even borrow 30,000 from others. I had to kneel and bash my head against the floor just to survive. "Let's not meet again." My life after tossing Gerald aside was much more relaxing than I imagined. However, he would always appear before me. Sometimes, he would be at the gates of the university campus. Sometimes, he would be standing right outside

means anymore I don’t know if you can fix a story once people decide how it ends I type Maybe if I just stay quiet, they’ll forget then delete it The moonlight cuts through my curtains, too bright for my liking and I lie there thinking about how silence isn’t always safety sometimes it’s just surrender dressed in peace Still tomorrow I’ll walk different halls keep my head down pretend I’m invisible And maybe if I do it long enough I’ll start to believe it ---

Dahlia pov I know that nobody will find me, and apart of me doesn't want them too, I don't want to see their faces again: id rather die. I've been here for so long that I barely know when its day and night and the Scorpos don't help, they party all night and it makes my head hurt. I'm hungry, cold and haven't had any proper sleep for a long time, I'm not sure how long it's even been since I was kidnapped with Calvin, fuck Calvin, I hope he's ok.

She argued with him, “You mentioned ashes.” “Ashes aren’t the end; phoenixes are born out of ashes.” Dev quick-witted her inferior mind to boost up. Akshara wondered at his words and felt touched with high motivation. So, she spoke her mind, “I used to think always inferior of me comparing me to dust and ashes. But after your appearance in my life, you changed my perspective towards me and my life.” She continued, “I see myself as dust, you see me as a diamond from dust. I see myself as ashes, you see me like a phoenix from those ashes. You always see the best in me.”

Goldie continues to advance further. “Hey, hey, hey!” Leonardo calls out to him, running to the doorway as well. He quickly jogs up the stairs of the basement, keeping a close eye on the young man ahead of him. As Goldie reached the top, he sees a group of armed men pointing their guns at him. Bullets started to rain, the sound of the firing squad was all he could hear. To defend himself, he holds his hands up. He has seen this before, and he does not intend to get shot or hurt again today. At this moment, his vision became clearer than before. The trajectory of each bullet becomes easier to spot. They all slowly come to a halt, remaining suspended in the air. The metal projectiles shake sli

It is as if he is hesitating about something. "What is it? Is the money not enough? Being greedy is good but too much greed will harm you. Remember that kid." "No... it is not about that" "Then what" Looking at the outside to look at the situation on the outside, Oliver also take a look and was surprised about what they see. There are patrols. He do not know who they are but then there is no silver nor gold earrings that is hanging on their ears. That is why Oliver knew that they are not part of the Golden olympus gang.

I stood there with my head buried and burning with shame as strangers mock my downfall publicly. “Oh just look at that! He doesn't even have any money left.” One of the women mocked. “I can tell just by looking at him. He looks so pathetic standing there.” “Isn't he supposed to be in jail already?” “He's nothing but a gold digger, now he has no more gold to dig.” My eyes brimmed with angry tears with their words of mockery echoing in my ear. With my head bowed not daring to meet either of their eyes. I walked away with the small amount of cash the shop owner had given to me in exchange of the items I had brought to his shop.