Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.

I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?

Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.

A party in the orange grove. The pain on Linden's face is immediate. I am unwavering. He has cost me more pain than I will ever be able to repay.

I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

Linden just wants to protect her, is what I want to say. She's all he has. I left him. I'm at arms reach, but I've left him.