Young Adult

Planet Z
Chapter 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. They being Commander Penn who, undoubtedly, was just pulling his usual scare tactics. I’m not usually phased by Commander Penn, or any of the Commanders, for that matter, but with the Ship Date approaching quickly I was starting to give slightly more consideration to their remarks. Beale, on the other hand, was losing it over Commander Penn’s threat of the day.
By peyton3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Train
Where was she? Who was she? The first thing that registered was the steadily unsteady rocking that suggested a moving vehicle of some kind. The next sense to return was sound, and the regular click-clack of wheels over a cross-spikes and slats: a train.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Weightless
PART 1: Spiez, Switzerland There were no words to describe the view of the Bernese Alps from where she sat, and Lucia didn't seem to have them either as the train's stopping jolted her awake. Looking out of her window she only noticed the bright rays from the water, bending with each ripple. The bottomless blue was met with a plush alpine skyline, but she couldn't shake her feeling underwhelmed as she scanned the horizon of boats, shops, and tourists interlocked in between the two.
By Lutrell Key3 years ago in Fiction
Runway Xpress
Runway Xpress I did not ask to be a part of this generation but here I am! 2022 in the land of the free (where nobody is really free) struggling to make it further than we did last year. Fresh out of a painful relationship and all I want to do is spend money I do not have. There is a name for people like me, it’s just not coming to me right now. I’ve always wanted to be more, but this moldy unleveled studio is all I got for now.
By Darian Henry3 years ago in Fiction
Down the Rabbit Hole
I remember the night of my twenty-first birthday. My friends and I decided to go mini golfing that day. It was an old golf shack right off the highway, one that I remembered going to when I was ten or twelve. The actual mini golf course was rather small, and quite frankly one that looked run down on its slowest days. But it had its charm, of course, as it had a special wonderland theme that made you feel as though you lived through the stories of the dear Alice Liddell. I lived my youth going to the golf course almost every Sunday in the summertime, and every time I remember I would make my mom buy me a blue raspberry slushie afterward. After a few years, though, I stopped going entirely, enthralled in the other magical world of setting up for keeping a good high school record and preparing for college.
By Marisa Melo3 years ago in Fiction
The Meaning of Pop Tarts
You wake up on a train. You have no ticket and no memory of how you got there. In the few moments you have of consciousness, you can tell the train shows no signs of slowing down.
By Mike Unrau3 years ago in Fiction
The Fairy World of mortals (The god grandniece)
and hides behind Han, holding his sleeve tightly. "I'm here. Don't worry." Han Li heart knows the girl worry about the matter, said.
By 1v.rinner3 years ago in Fiction
I don't like this train
The noise woke Beth, heart racing. Was someone in the house? Was she going to be murdered in her bed? ‘Don’t worry, dear. Everything is going to be fine.’
By Catch Tilly3 years ago in Fiction
Bullet
The first problem was waking up in bed. It had been a beautiful morning while he waited in line for the bus. Will was expecting to take a very short nap before getting back to work. But he would also have to call them. That was the deal. Family is family, and we don’t get to choose them, do we? That was his thought as he put his knapsack on the floor, closed his eyes, and let the articulated city bus rock him gently into sleep in his seat.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
One Last Mission
It has been a long, tiring day at the office. Running diagnostics for security systems can be tedious at best, but it sure beats Hell Week by a mile. Fortunately, by tomorrow I won’t have to use public transportation much longer. I’m slated to pick up the Chevy Suburban that my wife, Camila, and I picked out for our growing family. As if the stars aligned, my phone is ringing and I answer swiftly,
By Antonio Sanchez3 years ago in Fiction
Endless Love
A second set of knocks proceeded, this time more slowly. A low voice came from the other side, and Lyla froze. “Hey, Lyla, I thought you should know, in nine months, you’re mine again,” Clark growled from the other side of the door. Lyla grabbed her bra and underwear and pulled them on as she crossed her room in haste. She pulled the door open, not caring if Clark saw her naked since he already had.
By DawsonSmallson3 years ago in Fiction
At the End of the Day
KILOMETRE 23,866 — She was moving. That much was certain. Her body vibrated to the rhythm of the room and a hum was in her ears. She tried to push herself onto her elbows, then up onto her palms, but her waist felt like it was locked at its hinges. A thin, white sheet taped her body to the bed beneath her. She had to kick until it came free from under the mattress, her head throbbing as she sat up.
By Melody Reynauld3 years ago in Fiction