Young Adult

Memoir | Devil's Triangle | Part V of VI
I had just participated in the holy rite of baptism, a significant milestone in my spiritual journey. My mother and cherished late aunt cautioned me that the Devil would relentlessly challenge my faith in God and His son, Jesus, often in subtle and unexpected ways.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Did I Have the Malaria Virus? | Part V of VI
After spending two weeks in West Africa on official travel, I had a layover in Paris, France, for the weekend on my way back home to Washington, D.C. Arriving in Paris early on a Saturday morning, I planned to visit the renowned Louvre Museum on Sunday. However, during my exploration of the iconic museum, I stumbled upon a disturbing sight that made me question if an art heist was about to unfold. Or was my mind, entangled in the grip of malaria, that wove a deceptive web of illusions?
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Savvy Supervisor | Part V of VI
Throughout my international adventures as a representative of the U.S. Department of Prominence, I had the honor of working alongside Mr. Sam Hertzberg, my supervisor and a high-ranking government official.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Street Smarts | Part V of VI
Looking back on my life in retirement, I fondly recall the time I was offered a permanent role as a globe traveler for the government.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Countries Visited | Part V of VI
In the serene tranquility of retirement, I unearthed my cherished scrapbook labeled “Travels Abroad,” adorned with a picture of a woman perched atop a globe.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Paranoia | Part V of VI
The moment my feet hit Russian soil, paranoia set in. To compound my apprehension, a Russian law enforcement officer was there to greet me.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
The Man Who Married a Turnip. Top Story - October 2025.
Once, in the long-ago time, when the world was younger, but still far from its childhood, a man, a lowly cotter, lived in the crumbling remains of an old keep, which had looked out over the hills and valleys since time out of mind.
By Tom Baker3 months ago in Chapters
ABondThroughTheFire
A Bond Through The Fire: Prelude Detective Jared Kinard had always lived by a simple, unwavering code: protect and serve, no matter the cost. It was the bedrock of his career, a clean, immutable line that kept the chaos of the city at bay and his own heart strictly behind a professional wall. That wall had served him well, right up until the moment he was assigned to safeguard Savannah Cole.
By BeeSparrow3 months ago in Chapters
ABondThroughTheFire
Jared Kinard held the passenger door open for Savannah as they left the café, the brisk evening air wrapping around them. She slid into his sleek black sports car, its leather seats still warm from the heater. The tension from her meeting with Darrius lingered in the silence between them.
By BeeSparrow3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Fear of Flying | Part V of VI
It was my inaugural experience on an airplane, and I must admit, I was scared stiff! As the aircraft prepared for take-off, the seat belt light illuminated, signaling the imminent departure. I secured myself in my seat, glancing around to see the flight attendants settling in. But as the anticipation built, my heart began to race uncontrollably, as if attempting to break free from my chest. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and I felt like a nervous wreck.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
PhantomRhymes Chapter 2
The bass thumped like a second heartbeat as Aaliyah stepped out of the car, the club’s neon lights washing over her metallic shawl like moonlight on chrome. Tresa adjusted her signature glasses. Livia checked their passes. Meka grinned and pulled them all forward but Aaliyah’s mind was already ahead, her heart thumping in time with the distant music.
By BeeSparrow3 months ago in Chapters
PhantomRhymes
Chapter-1: ScreamsIntoTheWind The night started in Aliyah's apartment, an eclectic space half-lit by orbiting glow orbs and soundtracked by a playlist that bounced between galactic jazz and old-school R&B. The kind of place where style hangs on racks like art and secrets are poured over glasses of chilled plum liqueur.
By BeeSparrow3 months ago in Chapters