The Outsiders Imagines Novels & Stories

This was The Wilderness Eli had spoken of. Men—dirty, half-naked, long-haired, shite-covered, starving men--fought and clawed at each other like animals. There were more than Kit could have ever imagined pressed into this horrendous space, and it was no wonder the smell was far worse than the bog full of corpses.

Lei looks excitedly at the guy with a Paradigm standing at the front of the line. I keep silent. He would be considered handsome, big built, muscular with a bright smile, but it still does nothing for me. Maybe I AM broken. We get out of the car, being surrounded with a huge amount of students. But I can tell there’s a hierarchy here: the students from other schools like me and Lei are outsiders, normal, various, nobody care, so we’re crowded as the tail of the queue; the good-looking guys are kind of residents, an incestuous and unrestrained bunch; and -- I look around and find a jogging trail, at the end of which, there comes a small group of superstars. I can’t see their faces clearly bec

They could see evidence of poverty and neglect everywhere, from the boarded-up windows to the graffiti covering the walls. Despite being surrounded by the bright lights and sophistication of the city, They felt like they were in a place that had been forgotten. It was as if this one street was a pocket of poverty and desperation, isolated from the rest of the world. As they continued down the street, Sophia couldn't shake the feeling that they were an outsider in a place where they didn't belong. The residents of the street seemed wary of outsiders, and she could sense their distrust and suspicion. Despite the striking contrast to the rest of the city, this one street was a world unto itself

I suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent. I set my apartment keys on the kitchen table and hoped that Jem wasn’t going to move them by morning. Why was my life so strange and complicated when it came to the paranormal shit? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I hardly had any friends to really enjoy a decent day with and when I told them about my ability to “See” the other side. They ended up never speaking to me ever again. It hurt but like all other things I moved on. I hated being alone in all this and not having somebody to talk to about these strange and weird situations. To have someone r

I'll miss my daily routine of waking up, eating breakfast, going to class, sitting outside under the giant oak tree, and finally, dinner and bed. The gates scream as they pull open. They rattle and creak, and I inch forward in my seat, eager to see the wide world without the wire obstruction. Inch by inch, the gates expose the new world to me. The camp is situated on a hill, tucked away from the thick forest to the left and the ocean behind us. Off to the right, in the far, far distance, impossibly tall and jagged skyscrapers from time's past penetrate the sky. According to my teachers, the city is abandoned and fenced off. Only the heads of the four prominent Fortunate families are permitte

~ Many Years Ago ~ Imagine you walking down a dirt road with people wearing just robes and nothing on their feet—children shaking in the cold, begging for food and water. The neighborhood is infested with files as bodies lay across the street. This is my home, the kingdom of Satia—a beautiful country where even people experiencing poverty have beauty.

It would also be the first time I would have been given any responsibility beyond polishing scruffy shoes or washing laundry. “Okay,” I said, agreeing. “Okay?” “Okay!” I echoed. “She said okay!” yelled Lee, and the rest of the outcasts began to yelp with joy. Sighing, I pretended not to hear them, taking a walk. I needed to figure out where we were going from this point on. We needed to find a secluded place to live, so we would be safe from the outside world. We had been rejected from entire societies, and it had been made more than obvious that we were not wanted. All of us were good at self-defense and keeping each other safe, so it would have to be a place that accommodated that.

"Theda will continue to live in the abandoned room outside the packhouse." Then as the murmurs and whispers of the pack members filled the hall, my thoughts raced. I had expected a fight for justice, a chance to prove her father's innocence, and now I found myself branded as an outcast. Amidst the pain and despair I was feeling, a flicker of determination ignited within me.

Even if he didn't receive this much affection from his own family, he was fine with that, as long as these boys continued to think of him as their role model. He pointed out some stars to the boys, showing them two of the brightest in the sky, and they listened with rapt attention. When they returned downstairs, the boys were surprised to see a large tent in the garden. It immediately captured their attention as they wondered how it had appeared so quickly. The excitement on their faces at the thought of spending the night outside in the tent made Sinjin feel very proud of himself. "Are we sleeping outside?" They inquired excitedly. "Yeah," Sinjin nodded. "Is that okay with both of you?"

I was both excited to prove myself and terrified that it would go south again. But Nathan had been right: it would take time. Someday, perhaps people would learn that I wasn’t an evil witch like the Elders had made me out to be. I was just Olivia, a normal girl with a fate spinning out of control. The streets, normally quiet at this hour, were alive with hustle and bustle. I could see the tops of tents peeking over the buildings, the distant sound of chatter filling the morning. The air still smelled like smoke and soot from the fire, but it also smelled like hope. And soup.