Young Adult

The Witch Hunter's Descendants
“Help me! Please help me! ” Bridgit screamed in the dark forest, out of breath. Tears started to flow from her eyes as she looked at the emptiness that surrounded her. Kneeling, she wiped the dirt from her feet with her long white gown. Apart from her own cries, the only sounds she heard were the crows flying above the multicolored sky. She continued to cry as she kneeled in the middle of the forest. She became startled as she heard footsteps, and someone tapped her shoulder.
By Liss Suarez3 years ago in Fiction
how You make me Feel...
So it always starts like this right? You looked at me, and I back at you, and all of a sudden there was a connection, or maybe there wasn't, maybe I was just kidding myself from the beginning and there was a fly in your face and you looked my way. Or maybe the sun that was shining in from the window was so blinding that you had to turn your head and just happened to face my way.
By Calamity and Calm3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 35
The night was mostly uneventful . I only saw a few dino vultures flying around through the Skys . Going back and forth from the cave . I figured it was the insect warriors doing some scouting looking for us . As long as they didn’t bother us tonight . We wouldn’t be bothering them . I can promise that , I thought . While I only had a simple task to do . I decided that this would be the best time to plan a new strategy for the insect army . After all , John was pretty inspirational . What could I use out of everything that we have , and or everything that we have come across on this adventure so far ?
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 34
After the battle we walked to examine our fallen foe . His skull was bashed in due to the staff of Visceroy's . The giant cyclops was left a bloody mess . I wish we could’ve met on different terms . He would’ve been a great ally. John didn’t seem too happy about our victory . Probably because the battle ended in his death . We also never even had the chance to try and communicate . This giant will just have to be another mystery that we’ll be able to solve another day.
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 33
The giant Cyclops didn’t appreciate the constant jabs to it’s legs . It ran full speed at Visceroy , while blocking the staff with his hand . By the time it reached Visceroy he used his staff to vault back to where the cyclops was . The cyclops reached for the staff and grabbed it. Then Visceroy let go of his staff and it smashed into the ground as if it weighed a million tons . That’s when I remembered him saying that the staff was weightless for him . It must also mean that the staff has unlimited weight when someone tries to hold it .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 32
We could hear angry growls as the monster paced near the entrance . It was probably contemplating on a way to get to us . I was wondering how many more times Visceroy can make his staff that large before getting tired , I thought it was probably be rude to ask a superior something like that in the heat of battle . It really didn’t matter though , if this doesn’t work we’ll have to fight . The chances of us getting away from something that size , while it's tracking our scent is low . Running away isn’t in option . That would at least be suicide to the two slowest people . Especially as extremely agitated it is now .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Little Egg
It was a crisp autumn morning when Mayar first set out at dawn. Careful to tiptoe past her sleeping family, she moved to extricate herself from the cave. Today was the day she would reach the peak of Mount Diamor. She had been pleading with her mom for months to let her try to summit the grey monster that shadowed them just west of the valley. Too small, her mother had told her; too young, her father echoed. Mayar, known to her family as May, knew these things to be true, but she also knew that she had the will to succeed, the gut determination to never give up. She would show them that she was brave and powerful and worthy of the humans’ awe but most importantly fear.
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 31
The big electric ball was shot in our direction . We all instantly dived to the side of the cave and the electricity hit the sleeping Monster ! You could see small sparks emanating from the attack around the monsters body for a few seconds . A little smoke even came up off of the huge body . We all just stared at him shocked at what the insect warriors just did . I even thought to myself , I'm glad that didn't hit us . For a moment though , he didn’t budge . Then suddenly he got up and started roaring extremely loud . RAAAAAWWRRR! We didn’t stick around , we all instinctively took off . If that thing gets to one of us , especially in these close quarters . We couldn't guarantee anyones safety .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
The Hay Fight
"Hey, Jim," Hailey called. He looked up at the top of the haystack where she sat, and flinched at the rain of dried alfalfa that hit his face. Glaring in mock anger at her laughing green eyes, he said, "Don't make me come up there.”
By Esther Spurrill-Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 30
We walked down the large path with no signs of seeing anything for 20 minutes. Then that’s when I saw it. It had to be about 20 feet tall . I was estimating because it seemed to be laying down . It was also covered in what seemed like long black fur . Being right in front of it we could tell . This was the monster that was making all of those sounds . It was only sleeping at the moment . In fact the sound was of it snoring .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Waiting Between Worlds
"Gather my children. Gather around your Momma Abi for truth-telling." The Waifs, abandoned young of the north, swarmed the flaming salt sands that twirled their Faramom as they entered the temple. Though the Anan Temple was in disrepair from years of war and neglect, Momma Abi used it.
By Aundriel Washington3 years ago in Fiction
Lyndryth, Protector of the Lost
Of all the dragons come before him, the Mysterious, the Clever, the Dead, and the Missing—Lyndryth was the most important of them all, or, at least, that is what he would come to realize. But truth be told, Lyndryth was a strange, homely looking dragon, a rich deep purple skinned beast sporting a spiked-back and gapped teeth; he was: “Lyndryth, the Protector of Creatures”, a mighty fine name if it wasn’t for all the chub that bunched around his oversized middle like a tubby inchworm.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction