Stay Gold Poem From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

There was so much of it, piles of gold coins had spilled out all around it. We both started laughing, despite the realization of what I’d been up to all night. As we stared at our impossible windfall, a shimmering glow enveloped the pot of gold, and it changed before our eyes. Where once stood a stereotypical leprechaun’s treasure now sat tall stacks of cold, hard, American hundred dollar bills. “What the fuck?” Oscar asked. I shrugged. “Easier to use than gold,” I said.

“You were lied to.” He hesitates. Then he bends down. The chant falters. I move deeper into the crowd. Gold here. Gold there. We rush back inside, refill the bags, and return again. We do this until my mother’s gold chests are empty. Each time, the gold vanishes in seconds. Perfect. I'm gathering supporters for my sister. And I pray it is enough to save her life. “WE LOVE LUNA VIOLET!” One voice. Then another.

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

They were cold. “I just hope this is the right thing,” I whispered. “Mia needs every penny, she’s all I’ve got.” A lump clogged my throat. I tapped a finger under my eyes, careful, careful not to smudge the mascara. The cab slowed. Stopped. The gold shop stood in front of me, small, elegant, gold district lettered boldly on the front porch. My feet felt heavy. Like they were stuck in mud. I paid the driver. Stepped out. Heels glided steadily towards the entrance, wavy hair bouncing behind.

He turned his head and called it across to the soldier keeping the other half of the book, and a couple of them close enough to hear laughed at me, the southerner handing his money to the snow. "He's putting it on the bleeder," one of them said, delighted. "I heard." The old me would've doubled it without a blink and had nothing left in the purse by spring. I count the weight of it now. The only reason I have a purse at all is the stocks my father left me, and I sold the last of those a while back, so the gold leaving my hand is gold I feel leave. I put it on the bleeder anyway. Knowing better has never once stopped me. It only makes me feel worse about it after.

Second scene: Melora alone in her room. She muttered to her reflection, "More tears. You have to make them ache for you." Then, a cruel smile. "Stupid, stupid Kressa. Everything you had is mine now." Third scene: Melora sneaking gold from the temple. Giving it to the Harpy through a secret tunnel. "Mom, here's the money for this month." She smiled greedily. "Once I take over the temple completely, I'll give you more." Scene after scene played. Every frame exposed Melora's true face.

My bones nearly cracked from the impact as it slammed against the hard floor. I glared at the crowd of people who'd been my family for the first 20 years of my life, now threatening and beating me up all for the sake of an outsider, and felt my heart turn to stone. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and glared daggers at them. "I'm going to call the police! Not a single one of you is getting out alive!" Isaac was even more enraged by this. He kicked me hard in the back and thundered, "The police! To hell with that, you stubborn old bitch! I'm going to fucking beat you black and blue!"

Yun's precise handwriting and Jesse's undecorated loyalty. I look back at Dylan. "Tell me about Goldenstone ," I answer. And outside my window, the October morning holds its breath.

“I’m already a prisoner.” “Yeah,” he says, almost thoughtfully. He steps around me, his shoulder brushing mine—close enough that I can feel the heat of him. “Right now, your cage is made of gold.” He leans in, his voice dropping to a ghost of a whisper. “Don’t make me paint it black.” And then he walks away. I stand there, watching him go, something tight and sharp twisting in my chest. Gold? He’s completely fucking insane if he thinks there’s anything golden about this.

"Oh my god" Thera exclamied, she could not keep her eyes off the persons coming to their direction, just then Gold and Silver came out from no where and interupted them " hey guys" Gold said," we've been looking all over for you guys" Sophia was supried because both Gold and Silvers were now blond and dark grey