Young Adult

The Visitor. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
The first flash came at 7:17 p.m. Eliza sat up in her cot, eyes wide in the dark room. The sterile white walls of Ward B had blinked with blue light—like a camera flash—illuminating the hallway just outside her door. She scooted back against the cold wall, shoving the pillow into her lap. She studied the crack under the door—waiting, listening.
By Tennessee Garbage6 months ago in Fiction
A Grimm’s Fallen. Content Warning.
As a young child, Mistie was a strange creature. His wings and hair were white, which was seen as a omen of bad fortune. In addition, he had more than one pair of wings, which labeled him as a cursed child. But Mistie was smart, and wanted to know more about the world.
By Natalie Irene Gonzales 6 months ago in Fiction
Returned to My Childhood Hometown After 20 Years And Found a Stranger’s Face in My Family Photo
Returned to My Childhood Hometown After 20 Years And Found a Stranger’s Face in My Family Photo By: Abdullah When I stepped off the bus, the air felt heavier than I remembered. Twenty years had passed since I last walked these streets of my childhood hometown, yet the smell of damp earth after a morning rain was the same. The cracked sidewalks, the rusting lampposts, the leaning wooden fences they all seemed to greet me like old friends who hadn’t changed, though I knew I had.
By Abdullah Khan 6 months ago in Fiction
*The Whispering Library*
In the quiet corner of a forgotten town stood a library older than memory. Its stone walls were veiled in ivy, its windows perpetually misted, as though the building breathed in secrets and exhaled silence. Most people passed it without a glance. Few dared to enter. But Amina did.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter From the Mountains
The mountains were quiet that morning—too quiet for spring. Usually, the valley would be filled with the laughter of shepherd boys chasing their goats, or the rhythmic sound of women pounding wheat into flour. But on that day, the only sound was the wind sweeping across the peaks, carrying with it a certain heaviness.
By Aminullah6 months ago in Fiction
Who's the real Monster?
Those words left me frozen in place. My mind raced with thoughts of denial; There's no way in Hell I heard that. If I have then I've finally lost it. Better get out now. The same voice spoke again to prevent me from leaving Follow me into the bathroom. Everything in me said run, yet I couldn't move.
By Lucy Torralba6 months ago in Fiction
The Courting of Princess Astoria
“Are you paying attention, Prince Ben?” Ben blinks. He can feel Grayle sitting next to him, the goatley’s warm fur brushing against the bare skin of his arm.“I am, and very much so, Grayle,” he says politely, although admittedly he had let his mind wander for a moment.
By Chloe6 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold Sunlight
For sixty-three years, the sun had been nothing more than a memory. The sky was a permanent bruise choked by ash, smog, and the scars of wars that had burned the atmosphere beyond repair. Crops shriveled before they could sprout. Rivers turned to glass. Cities disappeared beneath layers of ice and silence.
By Muzamil khan6 months ago in Fiction
Residency
“A residency?” “Yes mama,” I sighed. “What does that mean?” she asked. “I live there with twelve other artists,” I said.
By Raine Fielder6 months ago in Fiction
My Imaginary Friend Turned Real Overnight
When I was seven, I had an imaginary friend named Eli. He had messy hair, a crooked smile, and an endless supply of encouragement.
By Habib king6 months ago in Fiction
*The Clockmaker's Promise*
In a quiet town nestled between rolling hills and a slow-moving river, there stood a small shop with a crooked sign that read “Timeless Hands.” Inside, the air was warm and still, filled with the soft, steady rhythm of ticking clocks. Wall clocks, pocket watches, mantel clocks—they all chimed and clicked in quiet harmony, each keeping time in its own way.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
Operation Lassi Spill
It was one of those golden Punjabi afternoons—the kind where the sun hangs warm in the sky, the air smells of cardamom and fresh roti, and every lane in the village hums with celebration. A wedding was in full swing, the biggest the village had seen in years. Banners fluttered above the courtyard, children darted between guests with sticky fingers, and uncles danced with the kind of energy that defied their age.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction