Young Adult

When the Storm Found Us
Noah had seen enough movies to know what this moment usually meant—the quiet before something dramatic happened, the pause when everything could either go right or crumble spectacularly. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, palms slick with sweat as he leaned forward, hoping for a miracle. But before he could even process what might come next, Rebecca’s laughter split the air like broken glass.
By LUNA EDITH5 months ago in Fiction
Finding an Ally
It’s a long walk from our front steps through the ball fields, to the city pool in the park. I cross the baseball field of dirt and sand, and slip around the chain link fence that keeps the fly balls out of the parking lot. I try to walk on the white lines painted on the asphalt, as the black asphalt feels hot through the bottom of my thin flip flops. Looking up, to gauge the distance to the road that is the border between the pool park, and the Little League fields, I step in sticky black tar at one of the repaired seams. I nearly fall, as my shoe sticks to the pavement. Hopping, on one foot, and retrieving the stained coral flip flop, I look around, hoping that no one has seen me stumble. But, no one is near.
By Terry Roe5 months ago in Fiction
Don't Go Chasing The Wind.... Content Warning.
"Cast your cares on HIM prayer line. Ilse speaking, how may I help you?" A beautiful middle-aged plus-sized queen with a single left dimple the size of the Grand Canyon and a heavy German accent said confidently into her headset.
By Tiffany Gordon5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train
Rain whispered against the station roof, a soft rhythm beneath the stillness of Platform 7. Anaya sat alone—though not quite alone—on a worn wooden bench, her fingers tracing the edge of a train ticket like it might vanish if she stopped holding on.
By meerjanan5 months ago in Fiction
She Called Me-Two Years After I Buried Her
I wasn’t supposed to hear her voice again. Not after the funeral. Not after the dirt hit the coffin and we all stood there in silence, trying to believe she was really gone.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Fiction
The Night We Were Taken Aboard
“HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE!” Pastor Bartley slammed his fists down on the pulpit. As he bellowed, the organist, an elderly man who was hard of hearing, answered with the same ferocity. He shoved his fingers down on the keys as hard as he could and his feet jabbed at the pedals. Chords, about a half dozen or so, intended to instill dread in the soul, filled the space. The whole congregation was jarred from their stupor. If anyone had fallen asleep, they sure as hell were not asleep anymore.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)5 months ago in Fiction
The Bite Beneath the Oak. Runner-Up in Leave the Light On Challenge.
5:30pm In the stillness of Halloween night, the air crackled with beguiling sorcery, and she felt the weight of her father’s cruelty dissolving into the ether. Tonight was her night. No staggering boots scraping against the unfinished Pebble Tec floor. No remotes flying through television screens. No barbarous ramblings directed at her for hours. For once, the house seemed a place a tranquilly.
By M.R. Cameo5 months ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Yellow Raincoat
The rain had a way of swallowing the city whole — smearing headlights into liquid fire, turning strangers into shadows. Evan was halfway across Pine Street when he saw her.
By MUHAMMAD BILAL5 months ago in Fiction
Leave the Light On
Aurora: Her name means dawn — the first light breaking through darkness, relentless and inevitable. It’s an irony she wears like a secret weight, because the dawn is the one thing she’s always trying to outrun.
By Annie Edwards 5 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Grandfather Stopped Time
I always thought my grandfather was just… ordinary. Old, quiet, and a little forgetful. But one rainy afternoon, he showed me something I’ll never forget.
By Haileyesus5 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
By Nadeem Shah The rain had a way of softening the city’s edges. Buildings that normally looked sharp and unforgiving now blurred into a watercolor of gray and silver. Streetlights bled into the puddles, their glow stretching out in ripples with every raindrop that fell.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
By Nadeem Shah The rain had a way of softening the city’s edges. Buildings that normally looked sharp and unforgiving now blurred into a watercolor of gray and silver. Streetlights bled into the puddles, their glow stretching out in ripples with every raindrop that fell.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction