Young Adult
New Girl: Chapter Fifteen
Becca was still hungover with anger when she went to school Monday morning. She was primarily angry with Luci but still upset with Blake and Silvia. But when she looked up and saw Luci waiting there with Liz, she felt her anger ebb away. Out of everyone, Becca knew that Luci was the one person who understood best what she was going through.
By Cyn's Workshop2 years ago in Chapters
Talented Vocal creator spotlight #8, Birch Tales.
"If you have a bias, let it be towards optimism". There are writers who begin this literary journey with gusto, with something wonderful to say. Then there are those (like myself) who began their writing journey with what has been called by rather unflattering names, let us name it, finding our 'fledgling wings', little birds just learning to fly.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Chapters
New Girl: Chapter Fourteen
Silvia sat on the roof above her building. According to the leasing office, she was not supposed to be here. Safety issues. But this was her spot. This was where she used to sit with Becca, where Becca would run off to, escaping the vitriol that came from her mother’s mouth.
By Cyn's Workshop2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Crackles from the fire made the room not just sound like warmth but the reason why there existed such sounds motivated Dr. Strong and Beckman. They shared premium cognac in the former’s cozy smoking den. Fat cigars that had been rolled to perfection in Miami and shipped up North now emitted smoke.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
America Wanted to Kill Us: A Cry Out from a Black Family
America is known as the land of opportunity and a place where some can experience what is called the American Dream. However, for people that look like me, those descriptions don’t quite resonate with our lived experiences in the place we once called home.
By Marlon Jones2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath as the pulse of Ancient Magic thrummed through her. The clearing, encircled by sentinel-like trees, was her sanctuary, a place where the whispers of nature spoke to her burgeoning power. With a calm exhale, she extended her arm, her fingertips dancing in the air as if plucking the strings of an unseen harp. A gust of wind obeyed her silent command, rustling the leaves around her in a crescendo of whispered secrets.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's fingers trembled ever so slightly, not from doubt but from the sheer magnitude of the moment as she stood before the Ancient Altar. Beside her, Ewan was a pillar of strength, his presence both comforting and exhilarating. They were flanked by the craggy walls of the grand hall, where the flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows over the faces of those gathered.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Ewan's gaze swept over the bustling construction site, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword—a habitual comfort rather than a present necessity. Aileana stood beside him, her red hair a fiery contrast to the gray stones that would soon form the protective walls around their burgeoning village. The air rang with the symphony of clinking chisels and thudding mallets as workers, their faces set with determination, heaved heavy boulders into place.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's hand trembled slightly as she pushed open the heavy oak door to her father's study. The room was steeped in shadow, save for the flickering glow of the hearth and the single oil lamp that pooled light across the scattered parchments on Cormac Glenroth's desk. Her breath seemed too loud in the hushed expanse of the room, each inhale sharp with the tang of old leather and parchment.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The battle had raged like a tempest, but now all that remained were the echoes of war cries and the defeated hush of an enemy vanquished. Aileana's chest heaved, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps as she stood beside Ewan, surveying the littered expanse where the Ancient Evil and its minions lay still in their eternal defeat. The air was thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood and charred flesh, a grim tapestry of victory.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
