Young Adult
When you're stuck like glue
I begrudgingly drank from a stained glass mug. The contents were supposed to be closer to juice but came out thick and lacked viscousness. The color was also a dulled smoggy brown. The taste seemed muted, with hints of dusty blandness. Laughter erupted in waves in the shanty tavern my cohort and I have settled in. The floors creaked under the slightest pressure of the people’s heels. Once their toes slammed down on the dusty boards plumes of sandy dust billowed up. I had to keep moving locks of my dirty blonde hair out of my face. Barely even a word had left my lips since we arrived, meanwhile you hadn’t stopped talking since you entered.
By Rambler's Society3 years ago in Fiction
Crazy Cat's Christmas Surprise
Crazy Cat loved Christmas! He loved helping Mr. Humann decorate the Christmas tree by playing with all the lights and ornaments. He loved helping Mrs. Humann bake cookies by walking all over the kitchen counter. He loved helping Harry write his letter to Santa Claus by swatting the pen out of his hand. Most of all, he loved Christmas presents!
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 years ago in Fiction
The Box Office
A box landed on my desk. It had been tampered with because I had seen the tape that had secured the box, had been sliced open with a sharp object. It was just a plain old box. The standard tan brown colour, no advertising, nothing extravagant about it. I turned it over to see if there was at least an address on it. Nothing.
By Jerome Smith-Pula3 years ago in Fiction
A Gift
She walks past the kitchen ducking under the low ceiling as she enters the family room. It may better be named living room she thinks wistfully, as she is now the sole occupant of the house. Her eyes dart around the room looking for a worn leather blue journal. “There it is”, she says aloud grabbing the small journal off the coffee table.
By Napoleon Forrest3 years ago in Fiction
Unspoken
I pulled another box from the closet with sigh. I was so mad at her. I clenched my hands into fists and grimaced. I pummeled the box briefly before opening it. No, no - of course she didn’t die on purpose, of course I was sad. I was devastated and wished I could take back the last bitter words I said. I loved her so much, and missed her like crazy. She died thinking I hated her; eyes glaring, my face twisted in an ugly image because she said “No” to me in the morning before she left for work.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Fiction
Christmas is coming, are you prepared?
Christmas is coming. I could feel a shift in the air. The coffee shop in front of our building was getting decorated with Christmas Tree. A snowman stood on the front porch and now we have new furniture that my sis forced me to buy from her online store.
By Hazel Paradise3 years ago in Fiction
The Special Package-Part 2
Winter is getting closer to the season. I cannot believe this is happening. Ok, this is getting even more weird in a good way. It has been going on every day, every week, and every month. Here's an example. It was several months ago, in the summer, when Izumi and her girlfriend, Helen, had some exams during summer school. On that day, Izumi and Helen had a mysterious box from Ran. It was just the special self-care package. I can tell how exams and other issues from school can still be stressful, even in college. Both Ran and Izumi are Mio’s sisters.
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Fiction
