Young Adult

The Little Black Book
Drab greys and bleak whites are so very boring. Helena, the almost never-lucky, black-haired girl from Kentucky, was surrounded—no, drowning—in drab greys and bleak whites.
By Prashanth Chandrasegaram3 years ago in Fiction
Do not be imprisoned by the views of others in your life
Living in this quagmire, there will always be too many things that hold us back. Some because of their weight, some because of their natural curls, and some because of certain bad worldly customs and norms.
By Baru Ku3 years ago in Fiction
Unethical
The infant, barely old enough to crawl under their own power, gurgled happily, reaching for the bright scales and shining cursed bracelet just above it, heedless of the fact that those items were attached to a dragon.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 48
It was then at that time . I caught a glimpse of who was doing the water attacks while hiding in the forest . It was a fish guy wearing similar black bandit clothing as the bat . They must be a duo of a team , I wondered . They also must have the same idea the guys who jumped me before had . Sneaky cowards !Waiting to ambush adventurers when they are tired or wounded . The worst kind of beings to be alive in my eyes . Too bad we’re well rested and feeling better than ever . I was glad to finally see our water shooting foe . Even if it was slightly because of the water in my face . However the water stream attack he did sent me stumbling . These guys have very annoying and dangerous powers . We have to figure something out and fast .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 47
We traveled for half of a day taking small rests before actually planning on camping . It was getting dark soon . We came upon a nice den that may have been abandoned . The den looks like it was made by a Drox ( Gerbil looking canines with the size and mannerisms of foxes from our world ) . The nest was a decent size , it was probably made for a large Drox family . Since we had extra protection there wasn't a need for us to be taking shifts sleeping tonight . After receiving gifts from their king himself . We felt perfectly comfortable around the soldiers we were once fighting .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
The Balmy Berry
There was once a small silver dragon who wandered mountain landscapes alone. She stood only as tall as a large coniferous tree, and was not apt to take flight into the skies. There were tales of the little dragon throughout the many breeds of creatures, who all had at least two or three members who claimed to have seen the little dragon with their own eyes. The dragon became somewhat of a myth, although her reality was anything but.
By Gypsy3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 46
John was the second one to find a weapon after looking around . He chose a black spiked club . King Fault explained that it had the power to pin down one enemy that he points it to for 30 seconds . John has to be physically stronger than the target for this ability to work on an opponent . So it's perfect for him . The weapons ability only has a one time use . The weapon itself is legendary black steel that is unbreakable by usual means . John thanked the king . " Thanks sir ! I've never gotten a gift so amazing in my life ! I'll remember this forever , especially after we were just fighting ! Sorry I'm getting a little emotional " John went on a little walk to calm down from his excitement .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Yellow Belly
The girl had to run at a full pelt, just to keep up with the grasses. “I’m going to beat you,” she teased the scrambling plants, which took no notice of her taunts, only of her motions. They flowed over the irregular terrain, almost as though they were a single, vast organism, instead of the thousands of individual blades and stalks uprooting themselves from the soil, with each running step she planted in their midst.
By Eric Wolf3 years ago in Fiction
Two Birthdays
It all happened on Ma’s birthday. The morning had been off to a nice start, a special morning. She’d never seen the house abuzz like this. They were going all out for Ma tonight. Birthdays didn’t happen every day, and Ma’s husband had just been paid his leaving wages. Tomorrow he’d have to scrounge around for new work, but today they’d live like kings. Auguste, Pauro, and even Rosa had scrubbed the place clean, set up chairs for them to get some sun, and Ma was just taking in the sight of her family, not thinking for once about her fingers swelling up or her belly sticking out. The tiny radio was spitting out songs that any other time Ma couldn’t have stood one bit. The Bee Gees were carrying on about fever, and the disco rhythm had Ma tapping her toes, rocking her body back and forth.
By Sue Torres3 years ago in Fiction
A lonely young girl growing up in Riyadh finds solace in imagining a romance with a fictional princess
Baba’s name was Mohammed Ali, and Mama’s was Sadiqa. I got used to our peculiar life in Riyadh. It wasn’t like anyone else’s; we weren’t like anyone else. Our apartment had just two rooms, without even a formal sitting room; the outer door opened onto the room that was my playroom and Mama’s cooking space, our dining room and bathroom, and the second door in the inner wall led to our bedroom and TV and the legless plastic wardrobes with their cloth covers that zipped closed. This was what people found if they got lost and came knocking on our door: me and Mama, in the very heart of our daily life.
By Diane Dora3 years ago in Fiction
Follow the lives of three women as they rebel against cultural traditions they consider oppressive
I am different. I always was. To my mother, I seemed like an alien. While my sisters swooned over colorful pages that our father’s employee brought each year for the celebration at the end of Ramadan, fighting to claim the color that best suited them, I would arrive well behind everyone else, take the page that no one else wanted, and leave, bored, to plunge back into my books. While my sisters discontinued their studies as early as possible, not wanting to disobey my father, and agreed to marry the men that he or one of my uncles chose for them (they were more interested in the material aspects of marriage, the gifts or the interior design of their future home), I stubbornly persisted in going to high school. I explained to the women of the family my ambition to become a pharmacist, which made them burst into laughter. They called me crazy and bragged about the virtues of marriage and the life of a homemaker.
By Cindy Dory3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 45
The king said, " let’s see if I remembered your names that Rose taught me earlier . That leaves John , Illdred , and Bulls Eye ?" We all said yes while nodding in agreement . He continued on to say , “ good well you 3 go ahead and pick your weapons then . Each magical weapon here is elemental or gives you an edge in battle . They all have different usage rates depending on the weapon and there are two different charge types . I'm sure Rose is as at least acquainted with the basics of enchantment magic . Light or dark magic is used to either add an element or and extra effect for the weapon . In even even rarer cases the weapon can transform different aspects of the holder . Weapons that are enchanted using light magic can be charged with sunlight . Weapons made with dark magic can only be charged during moonlight . Early waxing phase is enough light to charge dark enchanted weapons . Late waning phase is as well . Enchanted weapons can not be charged during their use . In fact they have to be sitting still for a few minutes before charging begins . So it's recommended not to hold them at all when you're ready for a charge Just ask me any specific question when a certain weapon catches your eye . Take your time looking around . When it comes to weapons I do believe in love at first sight .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction