Young Adult
The Lonely Little Girl
Once upon a time, a little girl lived with her parents in the deep heart of the forest. The little girl had no friends or any other family but her parents. Both her parents were single children and their siblings died in the great war many years ago. The little girl spent all of Christmas sitting by her bedroom window in great sadness, watching the snow falling laying its beautiful white quilt on the ground. She watched the children play snowball fights and sledding with their siblings and friends. A tear fell down her cheeks.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
My Mind's Eye
I've always known that I was different. Growing up, I could feel it in my bones – like there was something special inside of me, just waiting to be unleashed. How others treated me and how they stared at the weird kid in class was almost too much at times. And as I got older, that feeling grew stronger, and I got a bit more peculiar as the days went by.
By Matthew Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
Drawing the Map
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Well, it’s more of a captain's quarters than a room and more of a port hole than a window. Through that port hole window was a constant view of the ocean. Every once in a while, the view would change to the landscape of one of the many islands where the ship has docked. One island was all rock and desert, while another had cliffs so high that they swallowed the sun, but most had white sands and thick forests of palm. She never walked on these islands because she stayed in the captain's quarters below the deck. She had the company of a desk, a four-poster bed, and an overflowing bookshelf.
By Amber Zajec3 years ago in Fiction
The Moon Kissed Girl
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. I would like to say that I have shown her only the beauty of this world. She does not know that I watch her every night and that I am the one that casts the magic of light and illusions into the night sky. Every day when the sun sets, I ensure that I am here waiting. I wait for her pale moon-kissed face to pop into the window's frame. Her eyes are stripped of color, along with her hair. Her skin is pale, and in the light of my magic, she shimmers like the crystals within the caves just a few miles from here. She is moon kissed. Unable to walk in the sun. At least, that is what I am told. I am also told that she is dangerous. I don’t see how; she never leaves the Master’s house. She seems more trapped than dangerous—a bird in a cage with no way to spread the wings given to them at birth.
By Amber Zajec3 years ago in Fiction
The Fire Drake
Azroth paced before the stone hearth in his room, doing his best to ignore the throbbing burns on his arms. The sandstone walls lit up in the bright afternoon sunshine pouring through the square panel windows. After he and Wesley arrived last night, a castle guard had picked Azroth up and slung him over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He screamed and thrashed, even using his fire gift to get back to Wesley, but the guard and his clothing were immune to flames.
By Vanessa Thurgood3 years ago in Fiction
Pancake Problems
“Good morning, Regina. What’re you up to?” “Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!” Regina shrieks, her arms fiddling over something. Sometimes I’m not sure why I even bother with this woman. It’d be a lot easier to do what she says and kill mindlessly, but I’d rather get a good laugh out of her antics. The only problem with that is that her antics aren’t always funny. They’re just sad.
By Alexander T Richardson3 years ago in Fiction
First Cold
Vaughn was pretty sure he’d gotten his coordinates wrong. One moment, he’d been keying in the location of the space station hanging above his home planet Infyllus as he’d done a thousand times before. Sure, Kiefer had thrown a boot at his head as he’d been typing, but his little brother’s antics had never posed a problem before. Now...
By E.J. Robison3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Masters Ch. 3
As Gwen and I walked through the crowded campus of Noreen University, or NU, I kept getting strange looks from the other students. We passed people I was acquainted with and each face I recognized, didn’t recognize me. That is, until they starred long enough to know the once scrawny nerd from their math class changed dramatically overnight.
By Daniel Gilliam3 years ago in Fiction




