The Maze Runner

tiny yellow flowers peeping through as if searching for the sun, long disappeared behind the enormous walls of the Glade

the tears that had yet to come burned his eyes.

A few trees surrounded it, their roots like gnarled hands digging into the rock floor for food.

But laced through it all was the dark feeling of utter hopelessness,

A storm of emotions wrenched his gut, twisted and pulled;

each word ripped his throat raw.

But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.

far cry from the terror he should've experienced.

He couldn't remember much, but something told him he'd never disliked someone so strongly. He was surprised by how much he truly hated the guy. He really, really hated him.

"Greenie," Minho said, "if you think that was brave comin' out here, listen up. You're the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was.