Series
Follow the lives of three women as they rebel against cultural traditions they consider oppressive
I am different. I always was. To my mother, I seemed like an alien. While my sisters swooned over colorful pages that our father’s employee brought each year for the celebration at the end of Ramadan, fighting to claim the color that best suited them, I would arrive well behind everyone else, take the page that no one else wanted, and leave, bored, to plunge back into my books. While my sisters discontinued their studies as early as possible, not wanting to disobey my father, and agreed to marry the men that he or one of my uncles chose for them (they were more interested in the material aspects of marriage, the gifts or the interior design of their future home), I stubbornly persisted in going to high school. I explained to the women of the family my ambition to become a pharmacist, which made them burst into laughter. They called me crazy and bragged about the virtues of marriage and the life of a homemaker.
By Cindy Dory3 years ago in Fiction
Miracle’s Curse
Adrian shivered in the red brick hallways. Although there were red lanterns to guide him along the black floor, it was dark and cold. These maze-like hallways were bland and much the same; he had gotten lost more than once before. But somehow Sara Felle knew her way around without difficulties. This afternoon—closer to evening than midday, really—she had been summoned out of the mansion for reasons she wouldn't speak of. It was a relief to not have her sharp ice eyes on him wherever he went. But now wasn't the time to relax. He had to find the box. Sara had nearly killed him when he found it in one of the guest rooms. He had burns to prove it. But now he hungrily searched for it.
By Victoria Cage3 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Ch. 32
Read Chapter 31 Here The worst part of being on the lightning ball team was the morning practice, which meant Ayan now woke before Miriam. The best part--aside from playing lightning ball--was the team captain, Wince. Wince was a Westwood boy Antony had introduced her to during one of their games, and he had agreed Ayan should try out for the team. She guessed that, like Reed, he was Vitnu because he also wore his long brown hair in a knot on the back of his head, and his clothes were entirely cotton. He had pale skin, like her won, and large ears that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else, but somehow, perfectly framed his triangular face. He was cute enough to have the heart of any girl at Faraday, though he clearly hadn't found a girl he liked as much as he liked lightning ball.Wince also welcomed her and Welway, the only other freshman on the team. After practice ended, they all headed to the cafeteria, and Wince suggested they eat breakfast together. Ayan hung back, and he tossed her that perfect smile of his. "Come on, it'll help us get to know each other better."
By Molly Marjorie3 years ago in Fiction
Nima and the Human Boy
s an abandoned toddler in the forest. “I really don’t want to do this,” she muttered under her warm breath. Nima didn’t know why her mother insisted she be the one to go collect the offering from the Lake of Sacrifice. It wasn’t her fault her brother decided to be a total idiot and fight a troll when he knew what a little spite from a troll could do to a dragon.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Fiction
