Young Adult
Water's Weight. Runner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. In silence, for the most part. Me, with both hands on the wheel. Her, in the passenger seat with her nose buried in a book, tightly bundled up in scarf and toque and feather-filled jacket.
By Lark Hanshan3 years ago in Fiction
Him Again
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin." I knew that I needed this Break but I shouldn't be here with Him. What if he strikes a Change and decided to abuse me out here alone in the snowy Dunes... Who will then come and Stop him or check on me?? I was nervous around him but I Looked calm and cool. I smiled slightly more so that he feels he has my attention. I stared out the window into the Face of the Cabin it seemed miniature. I couldn't concentrate my thoughts because he was still blasting music and Shouting outrage Lyrics to N.W.A
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Fiction
The Seventeenth Summer (Ch 4)
Chapter 4 The boys enjoyed their morning with Jake, who produced the promised beers, which he and Nate sipped, while Danny selected a Coca-Cola. They were given a good look at the car, got to stick their head under the bonnet and inspect the 253v-8 motor and all its chromed bits and bobs, sit behind the wheel in the soft bucket seats with the motor purring, then put their foot down hard on the accelerator, which deafened them. The plumes of dust billowing out from behind the van, obviously churned up by the twin downward curved chrome exhausts, was icing on the cake.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters3 years ago in Fiction
Ages Past
Kha, Head Archeologist of Ptolomy IV, carefully brushed off the stone tablet he had just unearthed, engraved with heiratic script. Nearby, a Blot of Scribes sat under a shade, recording the findings in both Egyptian and Greek, to be archived and studied in the Great Library at Alexandria. More, armed with wax tablets and styles rather than papyrus and brushes, were scattered around the dig site, taking notes as the scientists dictated.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Far From Home
The air was heady with the subtle incense of wisteria after rain. Other flowers were mixed in with the wisteria, and unfamiliar scents that Thomas supposed were unique to country living. About the only thing truly familiar was the noise and smoke of the train engine as it chugged along, carriages crammed full of children being sent away from London to the relative safety of the countryside.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Roaring Into The Abyss
They call it the Roaring 20s. Hopeful, in a way. As if all we have to do to banish the lingering spectre of the Great War is to shout loud enough. To party as if the war never happened. As if the legions of dead will be alive again, or the maimed and crippled made whole once more.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
