Young Adult

A Lavender Full Moon
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They swirled together in a waltz that would make even the most heartless of beings breathless. Yet, it had no effect on the emptiness of my chest.
By Caiti A.3 years ago in Fiction
Don't Let me fall in love with you..
Lila had never been the type to fall in love easily. She had seen too many relationships end in heartbreak, and she had learned to keep her guard up and protect her heart.
By Vicky S3 years ago in Fiction
Crescent Academy
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Sounded magical, didn't it? Well, sorry to disappoint, but there was nothing pleasant about its emergence. It was the hour that every student attending Crescent Academy dreaded, for the indigo overcast was a curse that'd leave us exposed to ether-eating creatures that roamed the world.
By B3 years ago in Fiction
Lovers under a billion purple nights.
She could hear the beach, calling for their intertwined bodies, as if they had been washed up on its shore like twin sea shells sleeping with abandon.
By pechepetite3 years ago in Fiction
Dawn of the Valkyries
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. But tonight was different. The soft hues of purple did not shine upon me tonight.
By Jasmine Deetlefs3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing with Purple Clouds: A Magical Realism Journey
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They twirled and swirled in a graceful dance, their edges glowing with a soft, lavender light that illuminated the darkness of the night.
By MAKING REAL MONEY3 years ago in Fiction
Nova | Dragon Seeker
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Every time I see it, I'm reminded of the story my mom tells about my birth under this same magical display; coming into the world with purpose, at midnight on the dot. Tonight each cloud seems to have its own rhythm, swirling through the atmosphere. I’m running through a forest of giant pines, as beautiful as I remember them. They tower over me like dark guardians, piercing the lavender sky as their sappy perfume fills my senses. The breeze is cool and envelops me with a chill that tells a story of how it grazed the icy peaks above before it touched my skin. I waltz through a meadow of wildflowers, they sway with me as I dance to the song of the birds. My bare feet feel every fallen needle, every pinecone, every rock. The bears wake from their hibernation and saunter through the field alongside me, relaxing in the fresh sprouts of new grass. Spring snow falls from the plumb-colored sky and covers us with a blanket knit of violet ice crystals. I’m refreshed, grateful for its beautiful softness that creates a hush over the land. I run to the river laughing and singing as I jump into the frigid water, the moon reflected in the currents. I try to catch the moon but it escapes me every time. Peering up through the trees, I watch the lavender clouds rushing through the sky as though they are chasing a dream… I hold on to the magic of this moment with all my might. I don’t want to leave…
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Fiction
The Unbroken Key
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Mara loved to watch them bend and blow into strange shapes, she sat on a chaise in the corner of the small unit she shared with her father. The archives didn’t usually provide a residence for families but they’d made an exception. Mara still wasn’t sure why. She played with her hair, humming quietly to herself, her legs curled gracelessly beneath her as she stared out the window when suddenly, something caught her eye. A small shape passing through the clouds, she leaned forward squinting. It almost looked like a missive. But who would be sending one at this time of night? The archives had enacted a strict curfew after numerous noise complaints. She tracked the folded piece of paper as it flew across the pink sky, directly towards the administration office. Before she could muse any further on the origin or purpose of the missive she was distracted by a noise behind her. She turned rapidly, almost falling from her chair and saw her father standing in the doorway with an amused smile.
By Claire Jones3 years ago in Fiction
The Chromatic Collectors
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. That meant every night at ten; Meghan’s parents, Jake and Olivia, would go out to the field and prepare their flyer. Even on Meghan’s sweet sixteen, she begged them to stay for the countdown, but the harvest was more important. Now she was eighteen, which meant she would be joining them in the sky.
By Grace Tompkins3 years ago in Fiction
Love in the World of Crime and Deception
Part 1: The Setup The city was theirs for the taking. With their unique set of skills, con artist Jack and thief Mia had been making a killing for years. But they had never worked together, until now. They met in a dark alley, the moon casting eerie shadows on the brick walls.
By felix kioko kasinga3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
The sun was setting as the taxi pulled up to the wrought iron gates of Blackwood Manor. Grace had never seen the estate before, but she could tell from the overgrown hedges and the dilapidated gate that it had been abandoned for years. She had inherited the sprawling estate from her deceased aunt, who she had never met, and she was eager to see what secrets the old mansion held.
By felix kioko kasinga3 years ago in Fiction
She said it
"Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky" Although his parents later told him they had no recollection of it, Sam Tweddle remembered staring out from the back seat of his family's car towards a church sign bearing the words "And God said, 'let there be light', and there was light".
By Tomef3 years ago in Fiction