Young Adult

The Greenwood Saga
She couldn't remember the first time she woke, in the Greenwood. The years had robbed her of those memories long ago, when her kind were young and naive. She was neither of those things anymore. The sun was warm and invigorating as it streamed through the canopy of leaves overhead. She could feel it warm her body in intermittent clusters of life across her serpentine form. She loved to bask in its warm rays in the clearing nearby on hot summer days like this one, but not today.
By Kfa_Wolfbane3 years ago in Fiction
Fool Proof
The vibrant green forest was quiet. Too quiet for an Anoxiver morning when life was supposed to be in renewal, and quieter than it was yesterday. Éimhím trudged onwards, unsettled. His pastel, deep lime green scales with their rich pink undertones, bristled. It shouldn’t have been so quiet, especially not during the yearly two-week eclipse. He had gone years and years seeing it all over the world, and it was never this quiet even in the calmest of places, let alone here, the most dangerous region during the lightlessness.
By Mychaila A. Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Our shadow's secrets
The feeling of falling back into my body startled me awake. This constant nightmare has become a strange comfort these past few years. Better than reliving the night that I lost everything over and over again.
By Lucy Torralba3 years ago in Fiction
Gully
With a tattered towel Belinda dried a terra cotta mug, then lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and reached overhead to hang the mug from a row of hooks above the bar. Directly ahead, through cloudy windows framed in warping wood, she watched the early evening sun high on the horizon. A quick rap of knuckles against the counter came from the end of the bar. Belinda turned her attention towards the sound, and the man motioned her over. In a hoarse voice, he said, “Fill ‘er ep, and gimme a bowl of whatever you got.”
By A. Crossan3 years ago in Fiction
To Sleep In A Deep Sea Of Strange Clouds
To sleep in a deep sea of strange clouds, pulling on loud reefer. Tis would be lovely rem sleep, to sleep in a deep sea of strange clouds full of weed smoke of the loudest of the loud strain.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
Open Your Eyes
Something around you doesn’t want to be seen. I know your eyes won’t let you, but you have to pay attention. Look for a boarded up window that you somehow never noticed one of the boards is a little too new. Or maybe it’ll be a hidden alleyway conveniently placed in an overlapping gap between buildings. Even a manhole weirdly on the grass instead of in the road. Whatever it is for you, no matter how hard, I am begging you, look there.
By Blake Holden3 years ago in Fiction
The Dawn of Calamity
Of the many myths and legends throughout Fal’Ardin. There has only ever been one prophecy. It foretells two children, both lost souls and polar opposites. One is a little girl of pure heart and innocence, who will be raised and nurtured by a Dragon from the heavens. The other is a boy whose heart will be filled with hate and malice, who will be raised by a Dragon from the earth. One child is said to bring about peace, while the other will bring ruin. Said to awaken a Great Wyrm, the father of evil who breeds destruction. The prophecy foretells war, and that these two destined children will face each other.
By Julio Aguilar3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of the Dream
This tale was written by Silos Dimmas, the great chronicler, based on recollections of Balgur and Laylardeen after the Last Battle.
By Pedro Velmovitsky3 years ago in Fiction
Gift
{Ravinn, One} Thud. A tremor laced the ground, heavy and powerful, enough to wake me from my dozing. I was turned on my side, curled and filthy, with tear stains streaked across my face. Hours upon hours of sobbing had reduced me to nothing more but the frightened infant I was, weak from my own cries.
By Bridget Couture3 years ago in Fiction
In Counsel With Stars: Book 1
The noise that cracked through the dawn sky awakened the heart of the forest. For 400 years she’d slept, undisturbed—though not for lack of attempt to stir her. Tales of her slumber wafted through the ages like a sweet smell demanding to be tasted, and taste it is just what the nearing villagers did. Men and women, young and old, visited her secluded cave in the high mountains. Some came in large groves while others braved the beast as lone warriors, their sharpest sword prepared to slay the beast if she so much as stirred. After all, what joy can be had in a battle won where only one opponent is awake? But much to their dismay, she never awoke. The only sign that she had not died in her everlasting rest was the heavy breathing that shook the mountain to its core, sending boulders toppling down the sides occasionally killing unaware adventurers mid-quest.
By NatahYah3 years ago in Fiction
My right eye is a god-level computerAuthor(3)
On the street. No one noticed this somewhat stunned young man. No one would have thought that with one random move, he would stop an impending disaster!
By shelly.J3 years ago in Fiction
My right eye is a god-level computerAuthor(4)
"Tsk... Although that young man looks ordinary, he has such a luxurious fleet of transfers? ” "He is so young, it is estimated that he is the son and brother of a big family, right?"
By shelly.J3 years ago in Fiction