Young Adult
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' Peters14 days ago in Fiction
Attack Of The Gigantic Cigarette Machine Art Exhibit
As the scenic natural racecourse found itself threatened by darkness, both Cora and Tina confirmed the full marathon was no longer being dealt with as a climatic conclusion. But the true training exercise stoppage excuse, seemed a very important priority since the luring off the main commitment road distraction, provided the two healthy recreation enthusiasts with pertinent, honest information.
By Marc OBrien14 days ago in Fiction
Traditions (Chapter 9). Content Warning.
Chapter Nine I have heard it said that you never forget your first, and after making love to Charlie that first time I knew that it was most definitely true. That look on his face as I unloaded in him for the very first time will be something that I know will live with me forever.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters15 days ago in Fiction
Traditions (Chapter 7). Content Warning.
Chapter Seven After seeing off my family, Charlie and I retreated to the relative safety of my old bedroom, while my parents and Toby busied themselves elsewhere in the house; my parents cleaning up in the kitchen, and Toby tackling the delicate process of piecing together one of the model ships he had been given for Christmas.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters16 days ago in Fiction
Traditions (Chapter 6). Content Warning.
Chapter Six No sooner had Stuart left us, than I collapsed onto my bed, with my head in my hands. Charlie sat down beside me and tried rubbing my shoulders and back, trying to offer some support, but I wasn’t sure how much good it was doing. I was truly shaken by what had just happened and I had no idea just how I was going to face any of my family.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters16 days ago in Fiction
Drone Attack Claim on Putin’s Residence
Drone Attack Claim on Putin’s Residence: What We Know and What Remains Unproven In recent days, headlines around the world have reported claims from the Russian government that a drone attack targeted the residence of President Vladimir Putin. According to Moscow, Ukrainian drones attempted to strike a location connected to the Russian leader, raising fears of a dramatic escalation in the ongoing Russia-Ukraine war. However, as with many events in this conflict, the truth is more complex than the initial claims suggest.
By Wings of Time 16 days ago in Fiction
