Young Adult

The Room That Remembers
When I signed the lease for the small house on Maple Street, I thought I’d finally caught a stroke of luck. The rent was cheap, the neighborhood quiet, and the landlord seemed almost too eager to hand me the keys.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Fiction
The Royal Roger Retreat
Carefully holding the sound equipment, Judie from the A groupies, attempted preserving the babbling brook popping sound bites and discovered the closest fishing pond, filled with crackling, snapping effects created the best natural features.
By Marc OBrien5 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Changed Life
The Story Amir was not born with anything that the world calls fortune. His family lived in a single-room clay house at the edge of a forgotten village, a place where even maps seemed embarrassed to stretch their ink. The roof leaked in the rain, and the floor was nothing but dirt, but Amir had something rarer than wealth: an unshakable belief that life could change.
By Hikmat5 months ago in Fiction
The Dream Breaker. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
— POV: Nara “The first sign of drift is forgetting thirst. The second, pain. The last, your name.” -Field Notes of the Shard-Bearer Deyrin Voss, recovered near the Ninth Pillar
By Morpheus of Stone5 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Hunger. Content Warning.
Devonne Kincaid had never known thirst like this. Water slid down his throat by the gallon, yet his mouth stayed dry, his tongue raw. Coffee, wine, juice—nothing quenched it. At night he lay awake, jaw aching, grinding against a hunger that felt older than he was.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Fiction
Expired Stars
The town of Elder shade sat at the edge of a great scrubland where the sky refused to be polite. It stretched upward in an unbroken black scarf, punctured by a thousand indifferent pinpricks of light. People spoke in terms of weather and crops, but for Milo Carter, weather was the mood of the universe, and crops were the quiet way the night asked questions. He kept a notebook tucked into a pocket of his jacket, its pages filled with coordinates, dates, and the names he gave to unnamed stars: a childish habit, perhaps, but it gave him a map to wonder when wonder felt scarce.
By Abdul Hai Habibi5 months ago in Fiction
The Mountain and the Squirrel
Auther name (Hazratullah) High in a distant land, where the air was clear and the wind carried the sound of eagles, there stood a mighty mountain. Its peak rose so high that clouds often rested on its shoulders, and its sides were marked with rivers, forests, and sharp stones. To many creatures, the mountain seemed eternal, unshakable, and proud. It had witnessed storms, earthquakes, and the rise of countless seasons, yet it remained strong, towering above everything around it.
By Asmatullah5 months ago in Fiction
Beauty from A Distance
Catalina always thought the boutique window was a kind of stage. The mannequins stood stiff and lifeless, yet somehow alive under her careful hands. As a young single mother, she didn’t have the luxury of chasing dreams in Paris or New York. Her runway was Main Street, her stage lights the morning sun, and her models—well, they were silent figures dressed in the colors of her imagination.
By Rebecca Daugherty5 months ago in Fiction
The World Forgets Devonne. Content Warning.
Devonne woke to silence. Not the ordinary silence of dawn, but a silence so heavy it pressed against his ribs. He rose from bed and stepped into the hallway of his apartment—only to stop short.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Fiction
Who's the real Monsters?
Back in the vents I made a straight shot for Aunt Patty's office. She'd have a contingency plan for everyone here, including the Colonel himself. Sifting through the files I saw two with the name of Armstrong. Checking on Henry Armstrong III first to see if I can use him against the Colonel.
By Lucy Torralba5 months ago in Fiction
Princess Melayna
Page 1 Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. No one knew why it happened—only that it began on the day a very special girl was born.
By Marcus Hill5 months ago in Fiction
Stockroom Secrets 22. Content Warning.
Mum and I just looked at each other, both unsure as to what we should do or say next. In the end it was mum who came to her senses first and went to him, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around the man I knew she still loved.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters5 months ago in Fiction