Young Adult

You Weren't Supposed to Find Out. Top Story - January 2026.
“You weren’t supposed to find out.” “Oh? I wasn’t supposed to read my text messages? What, I should’ve ignored it instead? Give you a chance to take my phone and delete it?”
By Luna Jordan9 days ago in Fiction
The Baker's Paradox
Rutaa wiped the sweat draining off his bald head like a stream before drinking an entire goblet of water. The water wasn’t cool, nothing in his bakery was cool at the best of times, but the festival wasn't the best of times for a baker. He appreciated the humble reprieve none the less.
By Matthew J. Fromm9 days ago in Fiction
Golden Time of Day
When the snow melted, the spring air brought the pungent smell of trees blooming. Their pinks and fuchsias and whites created a panoply of color. Sedgwick Vorman, 39, carried the flowers in the same way to the same grave at the turn of the season. His skin looked like chestnuts and his strong cheek bones and hands shot through the neck and the sleeves of his designer jacket. He dusted off the marker and replaced the flowers. He set up a blanket and a beach chair. He then opened the newspaper. News about the worst day in stock market history since the 1929 crash alerted his attention as he turned on the radio.
By Skyler Saunders10 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjanan10 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan10 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan10 days ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan10 days ago in Fiction
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time 10 days ago in Fiction
If You Love Me, You'll Do It. Top Story - January 2026.
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)10 days ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 29
The day of the battle had finally arrived. In full battle gear, Larkin and Villi flew in the lead of the army of merfaries. Pori, Bry and Cotton were still missing. It was an important day. They did not have time to search for them, especially since they knew that Pori refused to join them in the fight against the mutated fairies.
By Rowan Finley 11 days ago in Fiction
Painted Glass
We were four children born into different houses, the same parents but somehow raised in four different ways. That’s what people don’t understand when they hear us tell our stories. They think the truth should sound the same, that our memory should walk a similar line. But memory fractures. It bends around pain. It chooses what it can carry.
By Tennessee Garbage13 days ago in Fiction
Traditions (Chapter 11). Content Warning.
Chapter Eleven ‘About what comes next.' Yes. That’s what he’d said just before he drifted off to sleep last night. And then I spent most of the rest of the night tossing and turning as Charlie’s words seemed to rattle around in my brain for most of it.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters13 days ago in Fiction