Young Adult

The Holy Purge
“My son, how are you doing on this fine morning,” William Kingsley, king of Alanoe, said joyfully. “I’m doing well, father. Getting prepared to go on a hunt with Oliver.” Arthur, the King’s eldest son, said.
By Kaleb Moses4 years ago in Fiction
The Light
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a particularly dark summer evening as the new moon rose in the sky, providing only a halo of shimmering clouds over the pines.
By Michelle Miller4 years ago in Fiction
The Slut Daughter
She was known as the daughter of the slut since her mother was known as the slut. Nobody knew her father was and assumed that she never had a true father because her mother would be slutting around. They lived up on the highest hill where her and her mother could see the townspeople. Everybody in town hated her and her mother and even the children who had no history with them hated them as well. She and her mother were forced to be considered the disgrace of the town where there was no real reason why people hate them. Some say that they hate them because the mother was a slut who slept with all the men in town which were only 10 men. Others say that they hate them because they were cursed and brought nothing but destruction. If something were to go wrong, the townspeople would blame them even if they had nothing to do. Maybe the townspeople hated them because the townspeople were rotten people both inside and outside that you could spot a mile away, and they were kind and beautiful people.
By Evelyn Ramirez4 years ago in Fiction
Kristen’s Melody
Every day after the breakup Melody would find herself thinking of Kristen. Before her day ended, she craved her. She remembered her goofy laugh and saw her ugly smile. She’d reminisce about how Kristen’s cheeks rise as her lips spread flat across her face. She wanted to walk up to her, say hello, then kiss her tiny lips. But she didn’t. Melody watched from a distance and let her be. She only wanted her to smile. Intoxication by the effortless pleasures of living and enjoying life itself. Nothing left to do or say. So, Melody walked away..... she walked away from that stupid laugh and breathe taking smile. She left them behind the tree where she had watched Kristen from a distance. She pressed her lips against two fingers, leaving a kiss in the wind. The last kiss she’d ever give her.
By Kiara Jones4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Stand
The walls of the keep shuddered as the war machines continued their advance on our walls. Our defenders were strong, but the attackers were vast, scrambling up our defense and finally laying waste to the last of our men on the walls. I looked around to count only fifty of us remained behind the keeps interior walls, waiting eagerly for the doors to be smashed open. I could taste the rapid sweat growing on my lip, gripping my battle axe tightly against my chest waiting for my chance to split as many heads as possible before I fell. A loud roar erupted from behind us as our Lord Grisbane “The Tainted One” stood among us with his greatsword a massive hunk of iron more blunt than sharp, lifted high above his head. He was covered head to toe in malicious tattoos, honoring our God the “forbidden one.” He strode in the center of our group, wearing only a chained kilt and nothing else. “Hear my words!” Grisbane spoke. “When the king’s whoresons break through our door what will they find?” His words booming, echoing off the chamber’s long hall, the last of us honorable few all raised our voices in unison for this was our code “They will find only us bloodied and damned!”
By Josh Burt4 years ago in Fiction
Alma De Mi Vida
Five years; the book, finished and waiting, had been sitting in a box full of my childhood possessions at my mother’s house, guarded by toy soldiers and teddy bears. My mother’s house, decorated with photos of family and friends I had never met, felt empty even at its full capacity. I grew up to the sound of clinking champagne glasses and crowded dinner table discussions, my mother’s avoidance of being alone, even if she still felt it. My mother played at being a good host, but there was little else I knew about her, despite being the only person living with her after I turned five.
By A.E. Greyscott4 years ago in Fiction
Endless Love
It was a beautiful Texas March morning; the trees were blowing in the warm breeze; with the little amount of leaves that had grown. Lyla had just been abruptly awoken by her phones alarm clock, and she was groggily ready to start her day. She checked her phone - expecting a text to be waiting from her best friend; there always was, every. Single. Morning. Lyla couldn't complain she loved her best friend like a sister; they had done everything together since Lyla moved there in the first grade. She was used to her best friend, Serena, staying up late or getting up extremely early to leave an expectant message for Lyla; it was the best part of her morning.
By DawsonSmallson4 years ago in Fiction
I Never Asked You Out: Part 12
After hearing Jess's last words, Caro slowly returned to her place on the bench and picked up her book once again, not knowing where to begin from. All she wanted to do was to think and talk about everything, so she called Clark and told him she needed to see him and talked to him now. It took a couple of minutes before his reply came.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
I Never Asked You Out: Part 10
A part of her just hoped that maybe if she pretended that everything was just fine, it wouldn't become too difficult when she had to tell her the truth eventually.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
I Never Asked You Out: Part 16
Caro didn't answer. Instead, she remained silent and motionless. After a while, her mom gave her shoulder a light squeeze and then pulled Caro's hand into hers. She caressed Caro's hand lovingly as she asked her daughter questions to which Caro kept giving responses, but she could barely focus on them, she was too upset and shocked.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
I Never Asked You Out: Part 15
When she opened her eyes again, she looked up at him. She took a few seconds to gather herself, she still needed to process everything he just said and she had to be sure that she hadn't misunderstood any of his statements. She took several steadying breaths and opened her mouth.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
I Never Asked You Out: Part 14
"Ok, so I did realize that Lexa's text was meant to be private between us. If you read it yourself, that means you probably already knew about the texts so that's why you're mad at me." He paused briefly. "If I told you that I didn't mean to, would that make you trust me again?" he inquired gently.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction