Young Adult

Just Promise me
“Well? what are you still doing here?” Daphne had asked herself that question a million times within the space of their silence. She’d just come into the Grand Empress Chikara’s office to deliver the awful news and go back to the military room to see what else could be done. However, when Daphne had stormed in, face and voice filled with panic and fear, her feelings were immediately sedated by the look on the Empress’s face as she leaned on her desk.
By O.k Keeks4 years ago in Fiction
Good WoMan
Delroy, my baby daddy, towers over me, silently daring me to move. Chelsea, our two-year-old daughter, is wrestling the rail of her crib and screaming her lungs out. Her chubby arms stretch towards me, curled up on the gritty concrete floor, “ma ma”. Even without the tears she still would have said it was broken as though she had to pause to catch her breath. I want to get her. Protect her. But I can’t.
By Terrecia McPherson4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter One
**QUICK NOTE: This story is the opening to a story I've been working on for a while. Still a work in progress but I'm satisfied enough with the beginning to make it available to people. Feedback would be appreciated. I do hope to publish the whole book someday and any suggestions to improve this would greatly help to get ready for that.**
By Jordan Parry4 years ago in Fiction
Nerd Squad
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley, I guess you have us to thank for that. She rolled the beast’s head over with a shove of her platform boot, forked tongue spilling from its gaping maw. She spat and it sizzled to steam as it rolled down the fiend’s scaly snout.
By Micah Kinard4 years ago in Fiction
Once a Friend, Now an Enemy
A long time ago in a castle, there was a boy named Conner. Conner was a commoner living inside the castle walls. He was able to live there because inside the castle, there is a range of houses, shops, and fields for commoners to roam and play. Conner was a higher class commoner with a little more money than normal commoners. Conner had commoner friends that he liked to spend time with and talk to. Every day he and his two other friends would go out to an empty field and play games and even invent new games to play when they got bored. Conner was 14 and all of his friends are also his age. His friends' names were Cole and Sasha.
By Lil Ninja4 years ago in Fiction
EVAN
I reluctantly left late that night. With a twin sized bed and 3 roommates in a 2 bedroom apartment, it wouldn’t have felt comfortable to stay, though I longed to wake up next to him again the way we had over the summer.
By Brittani Luker4 years ago in Fiction
EVAN
The first time I came out to his college to visit was after I had worked third shift at my waitressing job. I left work, stopped briefly at my apartment, and drove the three hours to him. Having not slept, I made frequent stops along the highway at truckstops for energy drinks in 10 minute power naps.
By Brittani Luker4 years ago in Fiction
The Air Bubble - Part I of II.
Silently in a moment of brief solitude with her bedroom light turned off, her bedroom door recently slammed shut, the teen was slumped across the large bay window, knees held tightly together up against her face, with both her thin, pasty-colored arms tightly wrapped around her legs, her hands interwoven so tightly that they were even whiter than her skin showed usually.
By Jonathan Townend4 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Creatures
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In fact, there wasn’t much of anything. 14 year old me took issue with that. Why couldn’t there be dragons here? Why couldn’t there be unicorns and fairies and all sorts of mythical creatures living in this emerald wasteland of crisp mountain air, snow covered slopes, and did I mention the never-setting midnight sun? I was starved for stimulation. Nothing cool ever happened in Alaska. Every year was the same—winter all year, then a brief reprieve of summer, then back to the snow. I mean yeah if you’re into the outdoors and stuff, this place is pretty awesome—but when you’re bullied mercilessly for being a little plump, you tend to turn inward— like into a good book. For us kids seeking a thrill or two on a Friday night, the most exciting thing you might find is a black bear rifling through your trash or witnessing the chronically drunk neighbor getting kicked out of the tavern. But I digress—I’m sure you’d rather hear about the day this valley became the most interesting place on earth.
By VS4 years ago in Fiction
Parèanka
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley” explained gwandhou in our first history class while making a mysterious face and getting close to caught the attention of a few children in the back of the group that weren’t paying attention.
By Ricardo Acosta 4 years ago in Fiction
Chickens
Playing truant was always appealing. Always. Two nine-year olds deep into their school days would always know better than what adults told them. Your years in school were not the best days of your life, and you don’t need to attend classes to get clever to get good jobs. They knew it all, so didn’t need to bother attending, and why do maths lessons and cross-country runs when it was much more appealing to play on railways?
By John Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Tales from Coldharbour
There weren’t always Dragons in the valley. Their steel-rimmed boots kicked up dust with every step, thin wispy tendrils of debris floating haphazardly in the air to announce their presence. Their aura was one of authority and intimidation, demanding the attention of all near and far. Their eyes were like daggers, a single glance enough to make one shrink and squirm under their visage. But most of all, those red-silver cloaks bellowed behind their uniformed bodies, like embers and flames rising up to overtake charred silk.
By Gabriel O4 years ago in Fiction