Adventure
The Day I Made the Headlines
When I was a teenager I dreamed of having a superpower and gaining fame. No. I longed for a superpower. I wanted a superpower that would help me deal with the challenges of adolescence. The sort that would also allow me to walk through walls.
By Rejoice Denhere4 years ago in Fiction
The Madman's Errand Boy. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
The madman, Dr. Earl Louisa, smoked a vile, tar-black concoction that stunk like a rotten swamp in the summertime from a long-stemmed wooden pipe with a small bowl the size of a thimble. I could smell it coming through the floorboards from his laboratory below the dilapidated Victorian ruin he lived in and in which I had come to work for him.
By Thomas Hilton4 years ago in Fiction
Pine Valley
Today is Friday, your work week has just ended, you're trying to decide what to do for the weekend. You've been cooped up indoors all week, desperately seeking excitement in your life. Sitting in the vintage wing back chair you thrifted, you lean over to open the window. Your cat, Mr. Mittens jumps into the windowsill.
By Anthony Lordi4 years ago in Fiction
The red piercing eyes
Jennifer sat in the car as she looked at her phone in disbelief. The one phone call she was dreading, to come back home because her parents died. Jennifer left Palmdale after finishing high school and made a promise to herself that she would never return to her family's property. Palmdale was a small town in upstate New York, with about a thousand residents that never left the town. Jennifer was an only child who was homeschooled and never allowed to leave the property. She didn't have any friends and the older she grew the more she would wonder what was going on in the world outside of Palmdale. Jennifer grew up in the 90's so getting online to meet people wasn't an option and the nearest neighbor lived about 100 miles away. Since Palmdale was such a small town everyone knew everyone and the Griffith's weren't exactly the friendliest and held a bad reputation with the rest of the town. After getting her a full scholarship to Washington State University she packed her bags and never looked back, but this unfortunate event would force Jennifer to face one of her biggest challenges yet.
By Jessica Washington4 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger
It was thirteen to nine and the forces of nature had completed their masterpiece upon the evening sky. The upper limb of the sun had just disappeared upon the horizon and the clouds resonated with a blend of bright orange and yellow; a perfect amber. It reminded me of the words of Emily Dickinson;
By Ranul Amarabandhu4 years ago in Fiction
The Master Class
I knew they were watching me. I didn’t know how, but I knew they were. In the four years since my parents died, I’ve waited for them to show some sign that they’re still with me. Now, being isolated at Blackstone-Fox Manor since I’ve failed to control my constantly evolving powers, I’ve searched for them everywhere I can, in any form. I knew them. Wherever–or whatever– they were, they were watching me.
By Kristin Brown4 years ago in Fiction
February 4th
I am the sweet chill of a empty winter’s night. My memories reach beyond the blue depth of a pearly water. My moment here is simply a transit—a flight into the physical, a push through what is yet to come. Far beyond and further down, I float into the unknown and undiscovered, which I am. It is so, that those who hear me seek to know me, and yet I watch cautiously, enveloping them in my winged view. Brisk is all that I know, for when others warm to cackling fire, then drift to rest in moonlit slumber, I awaken to darkness—a reflection only of the night within. Keeper of dusk, steward of dawn, god of the night.
By Sean McCleary4 years ago in Fiction
Feathers Turned Into Faith
She'd been on edge all night after my mothers picture mysteriously fell to the floor earlier that evening. When it happened, my grandmother immediately picked up the picture, clenched my hand as tight as she could, then began to pray. My grandmother was a praying woman, she prayed for her family each and every day. She wasn’t perfect by any means, but her faith was unwavering, and because of her faith and her prayers I will always believe that I’ve been encompassed by a hedge of protection my entire life. As my grandmother sat still and silent in her favorite chair with such anguish upon her face I could see the beautiful wrinkles of wisdom in her forehead so clear that I can see them till this day. After dinner and a bath, I lay awake in my bedroom awaiting my mothers return like I always did when she wasn’t home before dinner. My mother would do this a lot, for weeks on end sometimes even, but she would always come back. I really thought that this night would be like all the rest.
By Tashayanna L Young4 years ago in Fiction
