Sign in with Facebook
“I pushed myself back up. He kept staring at me. I realized I wanted to kiss him.
I didn't know why. Maybe it was the way he looked at me like I was the only thing he wanted to look at.”
― Made You Up
I didn't know why. Maybe it was the way he looked at me like I was the only thing he wanted to look at.”
― Made You Up
“Was everything made up? Was this whole world inside my head? If I ever woke up from it, would I be inside a padded room somewhere, drooling all over myself?
Would I even be myself?”
― Made You Up
Would I even be myself?”
― Made You Up
“She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.”
― The Coldest Girl in Coldtown
― The Coldest Girl in Coldtown
“Everyone's interesting if you stare at them long enough.”
― Made You Up
― Made You Up
“Lobsters fascinated me. Everything from their name to their claws to their magnificent red had me hooked.
My hair was that read, the kind of read that looks okay on everything but people, because a person's hair is not supposed to be red. Orange, yes. Auburn, sure.
But not lobster red.
I took my pigtails, pressed them against the glass, and stared the nearest lobster straight in the eye.
Dad said my hair was lobster red. My mother said it was Communist red. I didn't know what a Communist was, but it didn't sound good. Even pressing my hair flat against the glass, I couldn't tell if my dad was right. Part of me didn't want either of them to be right.
"Let me out," said the lobster.
He always said that. I rubbed my hair against the glass like the tank was a genie's lamp and the action would stir up some magic. Maybe, somehow, I could get these lobsters out. They looked so sad, all huddled on top of one another, antennae twitching, claws rubber-banded together.”
― Made You Up
My hair was that read, the kind of read that looks okay on everything but people, because a person's hair is not supposed to be red. Orange, yes. Auburn, sure.
But not lobster red.
I took my pigtails, pressed them against the glass, and stared the nearest lobster straight in the eye.
Dad said my hair was lobster red. My mother said it was Communist red. I didn't know what a Communist was, but it didn't sound good. Even pressing my hair flat against the glass, I couldn't tell if my dad was right. Part of me didn't want either of them to be right.
"Let me out," said the lobster.
He always said that. I rubbed my hair against the glass like the tank was a genie's lamp and the action would stir up some magic. Maybe, somehow, I could get these lobsters out. They looked so sad, all huddled on top of one another, antennae twitching, claws rubber-banded together.”
― Made You Up
Miyuki’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Miyuki’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
1 book
|
31 friends
11 books
|
39 friends
1 book
|
119 friends
10 books
|
81 friends
1 book
|
201 friends
1 book
|
134 friends
24 books
|
120 friends
1 book
|
81 friends
More friends…
Polls voted on by Miyuki
Lists liked by Miyuki