Young Adult

Shadows That Remember
In a small, quiet village tucked between ancient, rolling hills, there lived a ten-year-old girl named Nina. She had a head full of wild curls that never stayed still and eyes that sparkled like the morning dew. Her home was a place unlike any other, not because of its cobblestone streets or its wooden cottages, but because of its shadows.
By Muzamil khan6 months ago in Fiction
Running Show Wines
With the maiden claiming, ‘defending turf’ the elusive Dr. Wong continued planning an adolescent spirited drinking show, despite the award-winning editor's choice words describing the effort. "It's wine gold,” the elusive Dr. Wong stated, “the quality will put you in a certain place.”
By Marc OBrien6 months ago in Fiction
*The Forgotten Bench*
In a small town cradled by rolling hills and thick forest, there was a wooden bench by the lake. It wasn’t grand—its green paint had peeled, one leg was uneven, and the wood bore the soft scars of time. But if you sat there long enough, you might feel something linger in the air—quiet, familiar, like the echo of a laugh carried by the wind.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
My Friend’s Last Words Came in a Dream
It’s been a year since Lily passed away, but sometimes it still feels like she might text me, or I’ll turn a corner and see her laughing in that way only she could. Grief is strange like that—it never really goes away, it just changes shape.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction
When Will You Give Rest to Your Father?" – A Tale of Love, Duty, and Redemption
In the small village of Eldenbrook, nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, lived a hardworking farmer named Thomas. His father, old Henry, had once been the strongest man in the village—a man who could lift sacks of grain with ease and work the fields from dawn till dusk. But time had taken its toll. Now, Henry was frail, his hands trembling, his steps slow.
By Danyal Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction
Residency
I knew the art residency I had signed up for was going to be in a castle, but the pictures and description couldn’t have prepared me for the reality of it. We drove over a drawbridge; I couldn’t believe the place had a moat. Then we went through the tunnel in the stone wall around the base of the hill, then pulled up the winding drive. Once at the top we drove around the side of the castle and down a slope into an underground garage. The driver parked in one of the slots in a row occupied by matching unremarkable black cars. He got out and opened my door for me and helped me out. I was glad I had worn my gauzy dress; it was comfortable but also felt medieval and ethereal. It was an off-white color spaghetti strap with barely visible flowers all over it. It fell to my calves and was cinched around my waist loosely. I left my auburn hair down and my curls felt heavy on my bare shoulders.
By Raine Fielder6 months ago in Fiction
The House Without Your Voice
It’s strange how silence can feel so heavy. When you were here, the house was never really quiet. I don’t mean in a noisy, chaotic way—it was the kind of sound that made a place feel alive. Your voice floated from the kitchen as you hummed while cooking. You’d call out from the hallway, asking if I’d seen your keys. You’d tell me a random story you’d remembered, your words spilling out in bursts of laughter.
By Habib king6 months 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 meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
A coward boy. Content Warning.
Mike was the son of a rich aristocratic family that raised him in luxury. He was a man of fine looks, and of noble bearing, and of personal attractions to the female, and of being a prominent character in society. He was handsome, with a languid smile, a proud mustache, and flirtatious eyes that many found irresistible. He was a very witty and polite person and thus was quite fashionable for parties and such events. Women saw him as a charming man and men looked at him as if wishing they could be him because of his physique and his alleged womanizing ways. He was also a master duelist with sword and pistol and often said that if he chose to fight with someone he would prefer to use pistols.
By Khan Ali6 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Piglet climbed down the small tree and smiled and walked over to Eeyore and handed him his tail. Eeyore was so happy in his own way and Paddington opened his suitcase to see if he had anything to attach Eeyore's tail so maybe he would not lose it again. He found a safety pin and attached to Eeyore's back end. Eeyore was just so happy wiggling it around. He offered his thanks to all involved and joined in the party that seemed to be growing to get Paddington back to London proper. Who will they meet next? Could it be....
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Eeyore reached the sapling and studied it very long. "I think I found my tail up a tree. Have no way of knowing how it got this far. They all said that it was quite blustery this morning. "I suppose it was." said Eeyore. They all looked up into the tree and they to see what looked like Eeyore's tail. The tree did not look strong enough for Pooh or Paddington or even Eeyore to climb, so Piglet decided to shake off his anxiety and climb the tree. Piglet made it to the spot, and it was Eeyore's tail now.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Paddington saw something hanging in the thistle bush and called Pooh over "Is this his tail?" It was just a piece of thin bark. They continued to walk down the path looking in directions. Paddington was getting a little peckish and pulled out a marmalade sandwich and offered to all for he liked to share. Pooh, Piglet and Eeyore had their favorite snacks, and marmalade was not what they wanted at the moment. They noticed something hanging from a tree sapling and walked closer. "Could it be?" Eeyore was first to check it out for he missed his tail much.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction